I think I just met the technical qualifications for binge drinking in five minutes
We spent three hours cleaning our room this morning. It was spotless and smelling good. I come home from work tonight and she has already smoked weed in it and "accidently" spilled vodka on the floor.
You then began crawling around in the grass with a magnifying class saying you were searching for the magic school bus.
I learned an important lesson last night: Jameson giveth, but Jameson also taketh away.
Cruelly.
you literally pushed me forward in the seat so you could puke behind my back without the cabbie noticing..
And I'm supposed to be surprised that you got another concussion?
I feel like I just lived out a children's book called "The Day I Went to Law School Stoned"
that's all we do, eat and hve sex, eat and have sex. he thinks it's bad and that we need to talk more or whatever but I'm just not seeing the problem...
That was like a fiery explosion of flailing arms and wonderful passion
We are sitting here staring into each others eyes, mutually rubbing forks up and down our respective noses. High as balls doesn't even begin to cover it.
I had sex with marker all over my face so I can do just about anything.
Totally forgot we howled at the full moon last night... It's safe to say Tuesday Boozeday is my new favorite day of the week
Worst. Date. Ever. He peeled a layer of bread off his mini burger buns because they had "too many carbs".
If I'm going to keep blacking out this much I need to start taking more pictures.
Would you like to get a drink then hook up or reverse order I don't really care. Hopefully you can keep this between us.
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