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Punching Bag Bitch, cry and whine your way into oblivion. |
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Well I forced myself to sleep with hope that I would wake up with a not so angry tummy. At least I was able to eat and I wasnt in horrible pain when I got up. So I would say I'm in much better shape. :y: I think shaun was scared we wouldnt be going to Sonar tonight. So happy that I'll be ok.
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Not much. I just went a little overboard. I have a bad tendancy of when I'm already to drunk to taste I just go way past my limit because I don't drink that often. I moderate more at a club then at house parties.
It was just poor judgement. I'm used to weak club drinks more then when I don't use a shot glass to measure how much vodka I'm pouring into my drink. (which is a lot!) Stages of last night :p Last edited by Kandyapple; Apr 24, 07 at 12:56 AM. |
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man! you should have seen what I saw yesterday!
Some crazy fuck chuged a quarter gallon or rum, straight. stumbled outside, threw up allover the place. Climbed some little shack in his backyard. Slid down a weak tree and had a stick sticking outta his ass. Then he climbed his house and jumped off the roof. He's gonna be hella-sore when he wakes up. Crazy Americans! |
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I feel your pain was hung over like a bitch thursday. Dollar high balls at cheers eww. And now I have run my body down so much this weekend I am sick. So congested with a soar throat. The aches and fever are done with thankfully just in time to go back to work
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