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The number of times I've puked in the Walgreens bathroom is becoming way too many for my pride.
I'm sitting at work trying to dust glitter off my pants. I can't hang out with her anymore.
You started drinking at 2:30, did you really think you would be able to remember?
Out of desperation, I used the leftover sauce from my goat masala as a mixer for vodka shots.
Where are you? I hear fireworks and you've gone missing. I'm sure that is not coincidence.
I was just crying my tits off and he was just sitting there listening. I was an open book of embarrassing life stories.
Wine is not your friend.
Within 24 hours, I went to a feminist documentary screening with two state reps and you hate fucked a rent-a-cop on the helipad of your hospital. Somewhere our lives went in different directions.
I still make more money.
You said my dick was impressive. You thank someone when they say that. My momma raised a gentleman.
Not sure if it's my shorts, hat, shoes, hair or soul but one of the above just got me drunk again from the glorious aroma of Keystone Light.
I might not remember all of last night but I clearly remember the part where I humped the mailbox.
Left and drinking by a bar by myself. Everyone is in pajamas. I'm in a tuxedo. This is my life.
I think I'm just going to up-end a bottle of wine and look through pictures of what my life used to be.
No, not normal drunk. Wake up on a trampoline with a naked chick you've never seen before drunk. I think i missed my first trampoline sex...
What's worse: not calling my parents in Dallas to make sure they're alright or not taking shelter to masturbate all over my douchebag roommates clothes?
I worry about you.
Now that I'm born again, I'm preserving my gift.
Your vagina isn't a White Elephant gift. You can't re-wrap it after it's already been given several times. That's white trash thinking.
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