Wooohooo! I'm sitting in the car like a creep watching people walk in and out of Blush. Lots of happy people.
the best thing about dollar beer night is beer is only a dollar.
I woke up wearing just my underwear and a headlamp at a different house than I remember passing out at. I told you irish car bombs are not made with an entire guinness.
I'm in my winter jacket and nothing else. very drunk. bring bitches.
There are walks of shame and then there are walks of what the hell is wrong with you.
There are regrets in my world today- mostly jager at that fucking altitude
She just landed. Popped over for a BJ and left. I'm a fan of layover layovers.
I just want to point out that nothing makes my hickie/hangover more obvious than sleeping in a scarf and sunglasses. nothing.
I want him in the "you're a terrible idea and are probably going to get me killed by my parents, my siblings, and my boyfriend" way
Missing both credit cards and just had a flashback of grinding my nuts on the terrified cab driver for amusement. i am feeling a slight hate for myself right now.
For future reference "bring our litter sisters on our date day" is not such a good idea
Bathroom attendant appreciated that hug I have him as a tip. Fucking BROKE these days.
So I walk in and he's teaching someone in London via Skype how to roll a blunt. I have new found respect for him.
I just wanted to check in on you and you replied with a selfie with your Coney Island waiter and the caption "after his shift we're dropping acid together"
Just masturbating and watching Sports Center...is this what it's like to be a guy?!
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