That was rough. We had a 50% puke rate and 100% still drunk rate at lunch
also referred to as T.P.S. (Toddler Penis Syndrome)
Its like we are women, and boise state is a gangster rap song. This game is degrading
No that's sign language, not a drinking game. I tried to join
He panicked, you ducked and I was coming off a 3 day coke binge. It was no one's shining moment.
She kept sniffing my sweater and tried to guess what type of detergent I use.
Im pretty sure at one point a very high you yelled, with actual tears in your eyes, "im not wrestling with you anymore, you dont respect my safe word!!"
nothing says "functioning mature adult" like sneaking beer out of your mom's fridge in a lunchbox
Hearing them have a conversation is like listening to water buffalo have sex. Awkward and scarring.
No judgement. Sometimes you gotta twerk on a legends face.
Every time I burp I plan an escape route because I'm scared I'm gonna puke on grandma
But lunch with my dad really just means an hour and a half of him telling me how he's disappointed and how he knows I'm on drugs
Those nachos came to me in a dream
I just put my eye make up on in the bathroom of the bar.... I may be too comfortable here....
I would but he’s not speaking to me because I put ketchup in his socks.
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