To answer your question of whether I "went back," tits just informed me I was kicked out for falling off my barstool and passing out on the floor...
Just sit in your kitchen floor until something speaks to you.
Just read my long term horoscope. I'm not gonna get laid for another 2 years.
He insisted that I looked like Kiefer Sutherland, told me he didn't know what to do about it, then hugged me awkwardly.
Just found my bra in a bag of chips on the kayak floating about the pond. Sure sign of a good night
Nothing will ever prepare you for the moment when you are sitting on your friends bathroom floor with no pants on eating string cheese & pita at 2am.
You have a roommate and cry when you see my dick
I smell like a skunk, but I'm okay with that.
THANKS BE TO BLACK BABY JESUS IN HIS LITTLE GOLDEN DIAPER FOR BLESSING ME WITH NOT PREGNANT
Our drunk hook up was interrupted by the delivery guy. When he came back to my room we ate the gyros and went back to sex like we didn't take a lunch break.
I may or may not be sitting in a bubble bath drinking wine, watching Jurassic park, and wearing a Russian fur hat.
The sex definitely would have been a perk. But not sitting in a ditch was what I was going for...
We were fucking in the bedroom then we heard Sports center on in the living room. He stopped midfuck when I started celebrating that my team won over his
I believe the only reason I am slightly functional right now is the leftover drugs in my nose that I keep sniffing
Responsible things to do when you're too hungover to get out of bed: Breast self exam.
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