apparently someone wrote my number on the side of someones car in tennessee, and they called me when they got out of work.
he wanted to have a nice conversation, but i was too busy picking chase up from work.
what the fuck?
and who went to tennessee?
this girl right here has been my best friend since my freshman year of college, and it’s amazing what our friendship has withstood. we met during my second semester freshman year through a mutual male friend (who neither of us talk to anymore) who thought we’d enjoy hanging out together. i can’t imagine my college years without her. on my birthday last year (when this picture was taken) we both left the bar, went our seperate ways, and each made ourselves spaghetti (she then puked off her balcony and i showered in my dress). i can’t wait for this coming year (the home stretch) to do it all again.
too long; didn’t read.
sappy much? :)
really though i cant wait to actually live together. its going to be at least 14 times better than any other year.
| — | Chase, while trying to leave comments on twitter. |
| — | best line i heard all night. |
i cant spell or type anything. i think i am fixing everything though.
| — | conversation i just had with myself. |
this is what he did:
proffesormosby replied to your post: three dollar drunk is the second best drunk.“Maaaanning! myyyyyy boyfriendssssss innnnnnn Tennesssssssseeeeeee!”
but guess what he comes home tomorrow!
free drunk of course is better.
but last night after work we had a work party and me and a girl that had to close down the restaurant decided to catch up on the hour of drinking we missed. so we chugged down three small glasses of wine. then four of us girl got the giant to-go cups and filled them with wine and put a couple beers in my purse. we then finished the wine went to one of the girls apartment and chugged the beers.
our plan for the night was to go to the beer tent. but as we were walking to the tent we saw groups of people walking away from the tent because it closed at 11:30.
after stumbling through downtown pleasant mountain we ended up at the back door of Marty’s Bar. so obviously we walked in sat down and got a round of three dollar jagarbombs. from there we we found some random to buy us three rounds of puerto rican sluts.
after the third shot we escaped out the back door. from there me and another girl went to a friends house to drink a little more and smoke.
and from there i was drunk as fuck and somehow stumbled to my boyfriends bed even though he’s in tennessee.
and that ladies and gentleman is the best three dollar drunk night i’ve ever had.
