The only thing I have to prove last night happened is a fireman's hat full of puke.
you were on all fours yelling at the earth to stop spinning.
You tried to get the stranger on the sea bus to give you a bite of his chicken sub by repeating over and over "im in a girl band"
2pm: Breaking news alert: I think I'm finally sober. Oh, and that place needs hotter strippers.
Yes, I am about to pass out on my beanbag with a mason jar of wine. Welcome to the south freshmen.
That's the point of day drinking, get fucked up by 6pm so you can get stuff done the next day. It's the adult thing to do.
i cannot be the only guy who has bought the every day with rachael ray magazine for use as porn
they call him the transporter because he'll be your designated driver in exchange for sufficient weed or sex.\n
what about money
no - he has a code he lives by
There are so many things that would come back to haunt me if I ran for President someday.
like that video of you mad stoned vomiting in the bdubs parking lot after going to a pizza buffet screaming how you needed to make room for froyo
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Fulfilled a bucket list goal last night. Borrowed a dollar from a stripper to buy smokes
God bless Atlanta.
he had a Pillsbury dough boy tattoo to remind him of his drug dealing days
Night one million where I have madri gra beads around my neck and no justifiable reason for where they came from
I just had a twenty minute discussion about endangered breed dog breeding with an Extremely drunk guy
So many questions...
Turns out he's just a recently divorced IT guy. Not a wizard.
Were we still high when we decided to break your leg?
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