so for future reference,at what point did you feel like a line had been crossed?
I had my own version of the Hangover last night. I woke up to a disassembled Christmas tree, shit on the futon, and a hamster in the bathroom with a necklace on that said "Feed Me Bitch." I don't own a hamster. I don't know what I drank last night, but I want to do it again.
My own mom unfriended me on Facebook.
She rolled over this morning and asked "did you refer to my vagina as splash mountain last night? "
You crawled everywhere and rolled in ice cream. No more vodka for a month.
Just went trick or treating in my kitchen. Found chocolate and scotch. Happy fucking Halloween
Me and the cabbie are stopping on the way at a sit down restaurant to eat. My life is so sad.
Go for gold. Two birds with one vag.
We always end up having sex in random places after class. I need to stop letting this dude borrow my pens.
A place where it's acceptable to show body parts is not a good place for me to be.
You threw up on his face 22 hours ago and now he's here holding your hand. I think he likes you.
I walked into the bathroom and there's this 6'5" cop washing his hands. He looks at me and goes, "Heard you singing outside. Sound real pretty."
No more tequila EVER.
Just in case you blacked out, we had sex, you came in me, we need plan B, we fell off your top bunk, broke your roommates chair, i still like you, but i'm in pain and am going to bed
Did you wake up next to Karina?
So that's her name
I’m traumatised. Bring vodka and condoms.
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