Its my turn whoo hoo buckle up babies. It is #fridaypagecrawl. You all know there is serious drinking over here. Tell me your favorite how did I get home story. Ill tell you mine. When I was nineteen I woke up with one arm and one foot in my pool. My car was on the lawn. My keys were nowhere to be found. Thank god I didnt drive. My roommates were standing above me talking about finding a big spatula to flip me over. Needless to say I was completely sunburnt and VERY hungover. It took me three days to find who had driven me home and get my keys back.
Posted on: Fri, 26 Sep 2014 23:00:00 +0000