at least franzia made me throw up pretty colors.
You know you hit rock bottom when you make out with a guy named after a cereal.
woke up with a sweatshirt on that said "someone special calls me grandma" and a sword. i'm just going to assume that it was a good night
I made a game called come to class high and eat nachos.
i'm pretty sure i saw my life flash before my eyes when we ran a red light. i continued to drink and be the drunk backseat driver.
Sorry about that whole "setting your deck on fire" thing.
DIN'T JUSGE NE.
FYI If I die in my sleep it is because I drank a bottle of coke from 1986. I needed a mixer
he fucked me to the beat of the construction going on outside my house. i will never look at jackhammers the same ever again.
He said I took his samurai sword off his wall and proceeded to jump off his porch at people coming home from the bar.
The Easter dress struggle is real
Yep. Just had to pull mine off to puke.
A good drinking club with a running problem, improves endurance in both I have observed this evening.
2 for 1 beer results in multiples of 2 so what should be a beer or two becomes 4 or 6. But running, alleviates the need for a DD.
I feel awful. The bartender added me on Facebook and there's chips all over the bathroom floor
I mean I'd assume the strange looks are on account of the fact that I'd imagine people normally don't stink of booze on an 8:14am flight.
If its not for food we ain't going out.
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