nobody understood you. You kept speaking french and hiding shit in your boobs
words cant express how excited I am to make January 1st our own personal version of The Hangover
Well, a cop just pulled up. This could go either way.
That's right. If she can't abide by the rules then she gets booted. It's like survivor booty call edition
Chicken salad taco, you know, when you're out of bread and crackers, and high.
bark. im thoroughly looking forward to kegs and eggs. next weekend should be pancakes and pinnical, then cereal and seagrams and then whiskey and waffles.
Apparently I tried to convince him to sleep with me by showing him that I could do dips....
It's that "make a Pringle and Twinkie sandwich" kind of depression.
Ps you missed quite a show. I was for some reason whipping my hair back and forth and head butted the tip jar. It shattered and now I have a circular bruise on my forehead. All the bartenders hit the floor to get all the quarters.
Also I've decided that I'm buying the next friend of mine who is dumb enough to get married a live porcupine as a wedding present.
The plan is that you eat an edible first, then pressure your dad to do one. You know you are down.
We looked in every room for condoms... It was the sexiest scavenger hunt ever.
The three of us were sitting silently in my dining room at 4:30 am, half drunk, eating cold spaghetti and listining to death metal. I need a fucking cigarette.
11% beer and firearms, what could possibly go wrong?
Current state of being: shivering like a new born kitten on the bathroom floor
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