my drunken desire to be gossip girl continues to ruin friendships for me
Conclusion from last night: Sometimes being classy isn't as fun as making out with a guy on a pooltable in a bar. Happy birthday, Canada.
redhead is getting on the bull...again red head is getting on the bull!
you know what sucks? talking to chicks you dont want to have sex with
I managed to throw up 90 feet under water, just removed my breathing tube, puked, put it back in. All inclusive is the way to go.
I just spiked the applesauce. Try to tell me again your party is better.
we literally hit three floors of our apartment building searching for condoms. also got macaroni.
if this hangover is indicative of how 2011 is gonna be, i want nothing to do with it
As the night goes on these shots are getting so much easier. My liver jst needed a warmup lap.
May or may not have just lost a contact hanging out Anthony's sunroof. Drunk. Hint: I can only see out of one eye right now.
Well, no one has ever described you as a perfectly balanced individual
exhale infront of a fan. self shotgun.
WTF moment this morning: we were getting ready to leave and he reaches under his mattress to pull out his gun. All I could do was look at him and go "really?!"
I watched you down those shots like a lion cub watching its mother rip apart a gazelle
Should I wear my "kiss me I'm highrish" shirt for my drug screen today?
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