We named our saturday intramural dodgeball team "we're hungover". Pretty much just an excuse to fuel my alcoholism on friday nights.
he thought he was parachuting out of a plane... talk about a bad trip.
apparently he was unaware pussies come in unshaved form. curse you redtube and your unholy lies
there may or may not be knives in your bed. I would check
Im surprised putting the throwing knife "dartboard" next to the door didnt end up worse
He told me to fuck off at some point in the night. I think it was right before he jumped out of a moving car trying to get to another bar and made Abby cry.
Every shot buddy I have I end up blowing. I don't know whether this pattern is good or bad.
I've thrown up twice at work. Just casually, in the mop sink. Then continued to make someone a milkshake. Want some ice cream?
if the future wants me to fuck him, then i guss i have to
I've heard awesome things about their margaritas. I also may buy a mustache from party city. Would you do me with a mustache on??! Hahahaha. But, really.
We found him in the backyard throwing shoes onto the roof yelling "WHO BRINGS CROCS TO A HOUSE PARTY?!"
First night sober since New Years. I'm not sure what hurts more, the hangover or the credit dread when I find out what the tickets to Bali actually cost.
I'm going to try and loofah my hangover away.
Update: It didn't work
Sometimes intelligent conversation doesn't mix well with a romantic interest. It's possible the two are best kept separate. Toys should just stay in the toy box.
I made it to work. Still drunk. Definitely pregnant.
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