Not only did I hold your hair back as you puked, i french braided it. I am such a great friend.
When you wake up in your dorm right outside your room with the key in the door, then you will understand my pain.
Im positive, your name was on my abdomen, Im pretty sure thats solid evidence
sick fucks of a feather flock together
I take pleasure in knowing how many gallons of booze we've put away in comradery.
I think we should measure in "bathtubs"
am i gonna have visuals on this?
you are gonna see the trees puking up fireworks and ninja pheonixes will shit rainbows and fire
...if you're living vicariously thought me, that was a great blow job you just gave in the B&N parking lot.
he wouldn't lick chocolate syrup off of me because he's vegan. most awkward shower ever.
we're decorating our christmas cookies with birth control. so pretty.
I feel my soul being ripped out of my eye sockets
our next stoner-chievment: cream of shroom soup. Get over here, this is happening!
This is the Santa Claus of hangovers. It just keeps giving.
Yes I am wallowing. There is a significant lack of cookie dough
I'm actually kinda upset that we didn't consider velcro-ing detachable capes to our clothes before this moment.
Holding your hair back while you puked wasn't a choice. I was handcuffed to you.
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