We walked into the bar in The Flying V formation from The Mighty Ducks. We were ready.
I have decided today is drunk costume day. That is, i woke up still drunk and found costumes all over my floor. Heck yes. This is happening. Come over. Drink.
She's running around bumping into to people trying to keep a balloon she filled with vodka in the air. Please tell me she has a secret off switch you didn't tell me about.
Dude she has starbursts in her sports bra. I feel like this is counter productive.
Lightning struck the tree right outside of her window as I came inside her. I think its God's way of saying go by plan b.
This is how I ended up being the slutty friend isn't it?
I don't judge her for getting booty calls at 2 in the morning, so she can't judge me for staying in friday nights and putting spray cheese on pringles.
I kind of learned that hotels are unnecessary. Boys will just take you home, but that's tough with a group. I believe in us, though.
I am significantly less than sober now. Gonna make like, ten hotdogs.
My class coordinator for bio told us that the only thing we should do the night before an exam is to get laid. And then party down after the exam. I like him.
Summers almost over and we haven't golfed, got naked or had sex yet. Let's do all three in one day, no particular order.
I swear to go if the response she sends me something along the lines of who the fuck is Mark Hamill I might need to brake up with her.
Be happy for me... Or horny... Or be a really good friend and feel what I want you to feel. Jealousy
Hey, before I head out, whats your policy on casual drug use and one night stands?
They want a bedroom just for their cats. And you thought we were gay.
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