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hungoverowls:

“Same time next year, huh? Okay, okay, that wasn’t funny. God.”
hungoverowls:

“You know what’s worse than being alone on Valentine’s Day? Waking up alone the day after Valentine’s Day, knowing I’m going to feel this way for the next twelve hours.”
hungoverowls:

“Psst-I’m ignoring everyone and everything until the hearts go away. Do me a favor and slide that bottle closer.”
hungoverowls:

“Crap. I just remembered why I was drinking so much and now I really need a drink.”
hungoverowls:

“On a scale of something to something else I’m…I’m…fuck.”
hungoverowls:

“Ask yourself-‘Just how stupid is that thing I’m about to say? Is it maybe stupid enough never to say it?’”
hungoverowls:

“I’m pretty sure that I’m missing something right now. But I’m equally sure that drinking is the way to finding out what that is.”
hungoverowls:

“Smell? Me? How could somebody as conspicuously put together as I am possibly smell like ‘farts and whiskey’?”
hungoverowls:

Shameful Shamelss plug time: This here’s my day job, only moderately less stupid than my hobby of sticking things I have said onto stock images of owls. If you could give us a gander, (and follow us @DigBoston ) I’d love you forever. 
Hoot Hoot,
Hungover Owls
digboston:

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