I am good. I dancing. Drinking but dancing fine.
that shit musta been laced I laughed for two hours and everyone looked like penguins
Once you realized you couldn't finish the 30 you started walking down the street and leaving a beer in everyone's mailbox
I feel as though I could trust her, I mean she did tell me she was married before we had sex.
She kept saying my hands are a cupcake factory
Attention: due to the power outage we will not be playing drinking games and watching the royal wedding. Bring your own bottle and we'll just drink in silence.
So howd u manage to get high at a one year olds birthday anyway?
Pre-drinking/conditioning my liver for this impending hurricane party associated with cat. 2 hurricane Irene. Be ready to roll in a weather channel minute.
I will seriously deflate and melt into the floor into a puddle of devestation, shame and vodka.
Watching frozen planet. There's a beach master sea lion with about 50 sea lion bitches fighting another sea lion for said bitches. It's a bloody battle. Dude. You have over 50. Share.
My brain is like scrambled eggs. If scrambled eggs were trying to escape out of my skull through my forehead.
It's fine. I wouldn't trust either of them to be my workplace drug buddy.
Does me being hung over take away from how professional I can be today?
Whenever someone tells me they've never met a bisexual, I feel like a majestic fucking unicorn.
In other news, my ex fuck buddy is a surprisingly good wingman.
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