hahahaha, AL-AY-SKA. JOHN MCCEEEEN.

"Goddamit, she is such a DOUCHE" - tc on S Palin.

Ha, maybe I should call you up again sometime, for more drunken banter :D

Anytime. It'd make my day.

OK, not now.....but soon!

regarding original topic... where do i start?

my worst (in retrospect) moment was a year ago last night. i drank a bottle of makers with a couple of high school buddies. i was so drunk that they decided i should follow "tony" home since he lived near me. i remember driving on the highway at about 11:00 p.m. and thinking..."where the fuck is he going?".. so i veered right. at about 12:30 a.m. i come to and have no idea where i am (although i had been driving). i call the bot and tell him i'm lost... he asks where i am so that he can come get me. i tell him i don't know because i can't read the signs at the intersection because my vision is so blurred. he says... "oh jen.. sigh".... i literally look at my compass and drive north. i make it home. the next morning.. which is my birthday... i have a blood pressure clinic to do at a nursing home. my sis calls me to tell me my uncle died and i carry on to nursing home. after the blood pressure clinic... i walk to my car and notice my passenger side view mirror is gone. i tell the bot and he's like...."oh jen...sigh". i insist it happened at the nursing home, but i know it happened in that 1.5 hours i lost. i will never do that again. horrifying, humiliating... ugh. needless to say.. i was so hungover on my bday that i couldn't enjoy it... plus the fucking guilt.

Whoa.

when i was a freshman in college a bunch of us walked down to the mini-mart/gas station that would sell us beer, having already gotten completely trashed on some synthetic ethanol we stole from the chemistry lab. it had a tax label on it, so we figured it was safe to drink... and by safe i mean a slightly reduced probability that we would die. anyway, we went in, got our beer, walked maybe 20 ft. down the sidewalk and each opened a bottle to chug... when i was done with mine i suddenly had an intense longing for the sound of shattering glass. so i hurled the bottle back towards the gas station. it turns out that in the time that it took me to chug the beer, a cop had pull into the gas station. the bottle landed like 3 feet from him. lucky for me he was already gassing up his car and couldn't or didn't feel like leaving it unattended to chase down some drunk kids...

what

the

fuckk

neva read that .. ha i..

post on here
although it has gotten me to ttalking with some aweome people.

drunk dialing ftw

drunk dialing for the MOTHERFUCKING win.

fuck that phone man

what a fucking buzzkill

seriously
I thought for a second it was mine cause it does that a lot
if it was I was going to throw it against a wall for ruining our rant about stupid hipster girls

that one on the left fo shiz looks like a dude with tits


actually they all look like dudes

if you just cut off the tits that's totally michael cera right there

fuck off and die (so i can have your glasses)

i loce how scenve girls are like obsessed with diniosaurs. what the fuck.