I left the party when things started to get crazy... and when I say crazy I mean: there was puke on the carpet, Evan was passed out behind a plant, Mary was making out with her ex while her present bf was making out with Nancy. Not to mention that someone fisted the wall. Also - someone is sleeping on your lawn - they might be dead, I didn't check. Later.
Awkward is getting caught beating off in the company bathroom...
Why dose there have to be another girl there for you to do this?
its hotter. Way hotter.
she's in the bathroom. spitting in the trashcan. not throwing up. just spitting and singing bad romance by lady gaga.
thatta girl
It was fun until I shot a pea out of my nose while throwing up. Left over tuna casarole at 3Am was a terrible choice.
Beach body diet is off. Pizza hut worked its way back onto my google chrome top 8
It was like the perfect storm of bad decisions.
why would you automatically assume i'm high...
you just told me you're eating the powder of a lemonade mix.
The worst thing about it is now I have to find someone else to fuck in the library.
Pretty sure I recall hugging our waiter from the bar last night. That also means we are NEVER going there again
The best part about this city is obvious. Someone saw me crouching by a bar pissing in my leftover Panera bread bowl and they just winked.
I think he's hit rock bottom. You know it's a low point in life when you cry because you weren't invited to sit in a box car and watch porn with two other straight dudes.
All the party invite said was a date and "21 to drink, 18ish to sleep over"
Got kicked out of the club and woke up at a frat house. Good night? Couldn't tell you. I got a date out of it I'm glad someone thinks my drinking problem is cute.
I'm getting paid to get fucked up. How much better could this get?
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