our night together was a product of my beer goggles and jennifer aniston-like desperation.
After arriving 30 minutes late, he slowly walked to his desk and halfway there he just falls over like a tree and passes out. I now have some sort of proof as to how awesome that night was.
my roommate had a few special brownies and wrapped my purse and one of my shoes and left them under the tree for me...
I may or may not be wearing slippers and a TMNT hat. This thing better not have a dress code.
Strip mythology. Everyone wins. Most of all me.
I'm never drinking again. I saw way more penises than I ever cared to see last night. And I've decided that I'm going to live in Scotland.
I need an explanation for both of these epiphanies.
you were so blacked last night that you jumped in the lake fully clothed, then just went back to the bar and walked around like you weren't soaking wet.
We're living together and you don't know if I've seen Titanic?!
I may quit my job to go be a costumed Jedi at Disneyland.
I am the Angelina Jolie to his Billy Bob Thorton. We just don't work.
How's everyone else's ass tattoo today?
Pretty sure I got pink eye from the strip club. There is also still beer cans rattling around in my shower.
I woke up with my converse still on and a plate of pasta next to my face, if that gives you any indication of how my night went
You kept singing "your gonna lose that girl" to him right in front of her.. of course you got punched in the face.
My parents left me the house for the weekend...you know what that means?!
Harry Potter marathon and no pants.
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