at the resort hottubing with french twins, who brought champange. this should be a postcard.
so it turns out that "condoms galore" does, indeed, come up on your bank statement
when "blow-job jen" drunk dials you at 3 in the morning, you answer
You just kept screaming "You are no House!!!" at the ER doc trying to stitch your head
of all the people in our graduating class, this is exactly who would get pregnant.
Whatevss it will be funn .. Hopefully no one projectile vomits on the wall again.. Its kinda become a tradition though
She needs to go. She is like the Yoko Ono of our group.
our friendships a beautiful delicate flower...that has been crushed by peni
Don't forget the part about the bar bathroom stumbles.
Oh damn, you're right. I have to include that. You turned off all the lights with your head. That was impressive.
The last thing I remember is goading each other into a vodka-chugging competition.
The only people who really get me are strippers and mascots for sports teams.
He's being awfully beer snobby for a guy who ordered salad
It's not "nice." It's the supermodel of dicks.
There we go, I shall begin my attempt to achieve whore status today
I don't want to go to sleep. I like partying with myself.
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