Took an aderol, wrote a differential equation for solving volume of flow of a rectangular channel with change in depth, then masturbated for the 6th time.
The bartender let me pay my bar tab with my itunes giftcards.
There are not one, but two women wearing my boxers on the couch right now. You need to wake the fuck up.
tolerance is too high. going on a liquor strike. ghandi style.
Things got a little weird when he fired up his homemade flamethrower in the living room.
Pre-game strategy: play thunder by yourself in the shower. Surprisingly, success.
We should bet how many people are going to get alcohol poisoning next weekend and whoever wins gets a free Starbucks.
You know you have crossed to the dark side of marriage when a nap is more important than jacking off
I only see on penis in this picture but I assume there is another lurking out of sight.
Sorry, I was watching the Olympic story about the Canadian guy and drinking out of the prescription bottle and crying because it was so beautiful.
Hey I need you to run the morning meeting, for reasons I can explain when I find out where I left my car
woke up to find a case of beer in the oven and a random puppy in the house...guess i had a party last night?
I realized my soar muscles form the shape of me leaning over a toilet
Its official, kitchen-couch is my favorite.
You passed out again didn't you?
its likely that this occurred.
So I might join you on the drunk train on the way to poor decisions.
Randomize
