The seats are awesome but you see two of each player.
nutella sex= disaster
I'm taking this break up pretty rough.. I've never been to sad to masturbate.
I may be in pain from falling off the roof but getting to the morning roof keg was well worth it.
I keep telling myself last night was not real, not real, not real. Then I remember I can't move. This hangover is too fucking real.
I just opened my filing cabinet at work for the first time in months. It looks just like my pantry: nothing but peanut butter and whiskey.
Drunk in burger king. Having it our way. Free fries. M&m sundaes.
Also I fell in love w a girl dressed as a pirate that was great at doing the limbo
my brain is opting to stay half drunk rather than relearn how to think. the rest of me is in no position to argue.
I've had sex near too many of the blankets to let our parents touch them like this
Drunk field day, hangover yoga and sober archery practice
i just want to die with dignity and clean teeth, is that too much to ask?
He asked me how many starwars references he could make before i no longer find him attractive.
no offense but you looked like shit yesterday
tequila is unforgiving..
Uh oh. Put down the vodka cancel the clowns and get rid of the donkey
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