You have absolutely no idea where your shoes, purse, cell phone, pants, bra or any article of clothing you had when you arrived at the bar are hours later.
You've just had to get someone to help you pull your pants up in the ladies room.
You've been flashing your boobs at anyone walking by.
You mistake a police car for a cab and shout obscenities when it doesn't stop for you. (hehe woops)
You start crying.
There are less than three hours before you're due to start work knowing you have to smell beer all day at work.
You've found a deeper side to one of the nerds you work with.
The man you're flirting with used to be your 7th grade teacher.
The urge to take all your clothes off, stand on a table and sing "Hopelessly Devoted To You" becomes strangely overwhelming.
You've forgotten where you live when the bar is on the same street ...hehe
You've started to sound like Jessie Ventura from the 60 cigarettes you've smoked.
You can't taste the beer in your glass because it has been empty for 15 minutes before you realize it.
You think you're in bed but your pillow feels strangely like pizza.
You start every conversation with, "Don't take this the wrong way but..."
You fail to notice that the toilet lid's down when you sit on it.
You challenge your boss to an arm wrestlin competition.
You're sitting on the floor. On your own.
You show your friends that girls can pee standing up if they really want to and they take pics to post on their myspace ..ugh
You drop your 3:00 a.m. munchie food on the floor, pick it up and carry on eating.
It was a long weekend.. never ever ever again and I'm STILL waiting on the evidence..I mean pics
