Paul doesn't remember going to the bar and slept on someone's porch...doesn't know whose porch...maybe near Howard U.
our drinking schedule never changed, we just drank at work.
We did nothing beneficial to ourselves, or our country last night.
apparently the bartender would rather give me free shots than tell me that my whole nipple piercing was hanging out
Theres a picture of you standing next to a John Wayne cardboard cutout that says dont drink and drive. your buddy is shirtless holding a beer and youre holding your keys up with marker on your face.
When else am I ever going to have a chance to do lines with T-Pain?
Didn't know what to wear so I ripped off my bed sheets and tied myself a toga. "a little hungover" is no way to describe me right now.
Tonights drinking will be celebratory and victorious. Picture the end of The Mighty Ducks set to beer.
It's a never ending cycle of men I've fucked knowing other men I've fucked. I need a new town.
Trying to decide who to DD on the fourth and I came up with a Who's who of guys I've hooked up with in the last month. Not an ideal situation, but I have a feeling it's gonna happen anyway.
Also, thank you for letting me cry in your lap on the bathroom floor. I can't remember if I was clothed at that point, but if I wasn't, extra thank you.
She pretty much spent NYE measuring dicks, trying to decide which one to take home.
He did 5 five hand stand push ups and took off his shirt for a barbarian flex. Some girl took off her shirt and threw it at him
He wouldn't shut up so I started sending him pictures of animal dicks
A legendary roster of degenerates has been assembled.
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