So at this point...I'm sure you heard the story about Saturday night
As I was leaving the drunk tank the cop told me he had a feeling we would be meeting again real soon.
The cop refused to sing with us, even though he was as happy as we were that the tow truck finally showed up.
i mean i should have known that when i started taking shots with my zumba instructor i was in for a rough night...
congratulations to me i think I am on the road to legitimate alcoholism
cool. same. I'm in class drinking
NOT OKAY
sorry for partying
THATS NOT PARTYING THATS DRINKING IN CLASS
Just whatever you do please don't lick his face again.
I seriously think my heart may fail. And I didn't even grab a toilet beer :(
I'm pretty sure I just crapped out my pancreas. I have 2 of those, right?
YOU CAN'T JUST DO COKE AND THEN CALM DOWN
Did I seriously kick a door down last night... And if so when where and how hard, cause that shit I do not recall.
Have bite marks on my arm where my temporary tat was Saturday night. Did someone try to bite Captain America or something?
One of the many mysteries surrounding the weekend...
I joined the mile high club last night. I ran a mile while high on coke. It was glorious
So apparently, after 11 beers, 2 pitchers of sangria and 3 rhum & cokes, the idea of popping a load of MD and jumping on the trampoline, in the woods, in my underwear was the best one ever.
You know shit got weird when you watched another guy shove drugs up your wife's ass and it wasn't awkward for any of us....
Bold words for someone NOT on a unicycle
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