Well I don't think you could recreate that hangover if you tried. It was like the perfect storm of hangovers.
So at this point...I'm sure you heard the story about Saturday night
We'll both be dead in approximately 72-96 hours, with you bringing your liver out of retirement again, Favre.
we were bear claw grabbing his crotch in the middle of the bar yelling prominent ridge over and over.
we traced the origins of this shit fest of a relationship back to a single instance of road head. then we did a reinacment
Definitely Got caught hugging a strangers tree last night with 5 others.
He's in the hospital yelling at his brother to at least have stuck something "normal" up his ass.
Again?
I gave you a piece of bread to sober you up. You wiped your face off with it and then gave it back to me.
He is the blood diamond of hook ups. You think you want it...but you don't
Thanks for your faith in my ability to stay sober while writing final essays. It's...unearned.
I wonder if there is a über wall of shame that you are currently on. Like between drivers.
Every time I start to trust vodka, it does this to me.
I woke up this morning to my panties draped around the neck of an empty bottle of bulleit. That is the perfect visual metaphor for my life at this juncture.
he told me that I'm basically going to be the mom of the house when they move in...i like to see it as being a MILF without the responsibility of real children
I do have a history of lying to Customs. I once convinced them I was an astronaut.
Randomize
