at russian wedding, no open bar. bottles of vodka at table. getting to work tomorrow may be an issue.
yeah i fucked her in the storage room on the inflatable mattress. i don't know if i should feel proud for me or bad for her.
After we hooked up, he left the room and no one has seen him since last night. That kid redefined hit it and quit it.
just fought my dog for the chicken pie I dropped on the floor.
Tuesday night just isn't my ideal coke binge night.
talk of her extensive whoreness has crossed oceans. thats impressive.
You showed them your nipple for dollars for the jukebox. You were depressed because only one of your songs played. Oh then you twisted your ankle and blamed it on your mad stripper skills.
No shame in my game.
Are you up yet? I really want to know if i tried sleeping in a field... i have the vaguest memory of trying to
It was fine until they started lighting shots of everclear on fire and making ME take them. That's when shit went down...
I just watched a stripper purchase $43 of Rockstar and corn nuts. Godamnit! We need helmet cams.
I totally have a huge crush on him though which is fucking up my "classy she-demon with limited feelings" vibe
Drink drank drunk tankkkkn, LETS GO
My hangover didn't kick in until like 4pm so I found myself puking in the middle of Times Square. During rush hour. In a three piece suit. A spongebob came by and patted me on the back.
And then I realized my chick friends consist only of sober you, drunk you and hungover you
All I can remember from last night was eating nutella and touching myself to Weird Science.
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