please pick me up with an explanation of why i shacked in a trailer with a guy who doesnt have a car.
I bet him anal if they won...the one time Detroit decides to win, it had to be this week
I called the bar to ask if they found my Id and credit card and they remembered me as 'the girl who signed her receipt in blood'
I like when I have the chance to say normal things like 'I know her from college' vs 'I did a ton of blow with her one night at Studio B.'
and then we had to stop you from trying to pour shots through your nose with the neti pot.
He sent me an email apologizing for sleeping with her...and by that I mean he sent a picture of his dick to my school e-mail
And in my birthday dress, with my friends, i peed on myself in line for the club. Still went in and partied. I remember pieces
There comes a time where you just have to sit back and watch the drunken idiots pee on each other
Oh god. Standing was a rash decision
I made it to Starbucks to do work and I've just been sitting here with my head on the table for 30 minutes...
After this week, alcohol is mandatory.
Yeah plus that night got so disgusting it's basically a repressed memory anyway
I was going to say that I wasn't sure how that happened... but then I remembered that I bonded with the Australians over vitamins and INXS and they bought me tequila.
You kept flirting with some guy while I was throwing up on the sidewalk, and I screamed YOU DON'T LIKE MEN
She's asleep in a fisher-price toy car
It was probably the night you were half naked and trying to blow everybody, guy or girl.
this is me we're talking about here. You're going to have to be more specific than that.
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