We should have a bouncer at the top of our stairs asking the guys we bring home for ID...
do u know what happened to the bottles last night?
apparently we hid them.... i google mapped the location into my phone
There is booty call etiquette, and he just isn't following it. I'm not making you breakfast, gtfo.
You forgot your "boyfriend" from last night on my couch. You're suppose to bring that shit with you.
I blacked out for most of the day but apparently I still met with my prof. I made notes...
IS SOBER OCTOBER A THING?? WTF WHO ARE THESE PEOPLE?
I cried at the bouncer while saying I wished he was my father... They had no idea what to do with me.
His parents know me as "the white shoed screamer"
I woke up this morning to my house being turned into a bad European dance club at 8:30am. Do you know what "UNS UNS UNS" sounds like at 8:30am? Murder. It sounds like murder.