i puked out the bus window last night on the way home. i remember it, but i don't remember everyone else screaming to put their windows up.
I think I just saw the travelocity gnome in leather chaps.
we ike ciroccccc we love patroneeeee shost shothosthsothosthostsssss veryboyddddyyyy
go home
alright got my week's quota of sex in, ready for modern warfare 2
i woke up to my roomate hitting me in the head with a can of PBR at 8:30 in the morning...i love spring break
The beer is more important than you right now.
And PS thanks for calling it my "sexual liberation" and not "slut fest 2010: part deux!"
Sober Sundays just aren't working out anymore.
The bar has bullet holes in the ceiling, and the country singer had been playing drunken weezer covers. A man just bought me a beer on the grounds that I 'have his back' in a fist fight with a stranger texan. And, yes, the bartender is wearing a sherif's badge
Was there a condom involved? Because he was saying he wanted a kid. Repeatedly.
I can't tell if I'm still on the hangover from last night, or if I'm experiencing the one from tomorrow, because it was so powerful that it actually traveled back through time...
He's a loser but she says we just don't see the good stuff about him. It's like she's dating the Charlie Brown Christmas Tree.
She just asked me if I was going to stay the night. I responded "I know that we are upside down".
She was drunk, dancing on the table. Until the table leg completely broke off and she fell on the ground and broke her front tooth straight off. Worse news is there making her pay for the table
MANIFESTATION IS REAL AND IM GETTING LAID TONIGHT
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