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I have a breathe right strip stuck to my forehead, several inexplicable bruises and I think someone tried to paint my nails with glue, but I still have my Santa hat. I'm gonna call this one a success.
I'll check it out in the morning. Tonight has been reserved for getting baked and covering myself in kittens because THAT IS AN OPTION.
I'm sure it's not the worst thing to ever come out of my ass
Well, somebody (me) put on reindeer antlers, crawled around on the floor, and meowed at people... So yeah, I'd say it was "one of those nights"
my last clear memory of the night was being offered a shot but having so much alcohol in my hands that someone literally had to pour it in my mouth for me. after that it pretty much skips to waking up face down and shirtless on my floor.
Why do I have a bunch of cash....and your bra.
My mom just told me my dad shaves his pubes while drunk and I don't know how to feel anymore.
Do you know what the cost code is for strip clubs? I'm filling out my company expense report right now
Well. No wine. And no real mixers. I'm using vodka and grape juice and calling it Slurrrlot. Happy Holidays bitch.
All I do lately is eat steak, drink warm beer, watch porn, and avoid booty calls when I'm too lazy to take a shower. I think the apocalypse turned me into a dude.
We just broke into a lion king sing along. Understanding is not possible.
WHY DOES HE HAVE TO CALL WHEN I'M MASTURBATING?! This time I'm really pissed. It's like he knows he's depriving me of orgasms.
New one-upper goal: I have to shit off the side of a moving train then jump off
Its like her house is inhabited by 50 year old lesbian water color artists with a throw pillow fetish
Lets now bow our heads and think of girls with ex boyfriends who were great at fingering them. That's so sad.
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