so I'm never txting u again after today...
y?
cuz i don't wanna see it on blogspot :)
ha...too late
addddeeerrraaaallll.
ok i'm not sure if that was a success statement or a cry for help.
sounds like you fell off the wagon.
fuck falling off. at this point, the wagon is a dot on the horizon.
We made a late night liquor run, made margaritas and bloody marys and then retreated to opposite sides of the house to drink them. Alone.
You guys make me sad
You misspelled jealous there
You better of fucked him last night or do it now because he is buying all the roommates McDonald's.
is it cool if i crash at ur house this weekend again bro
yea dude but i wld bring a sleeping bag or something just in case. or u may just have to shack up with a woman or 2 cuz we hav 10 girls visiting/staying over at my house.
how did u manage to make sleeping with a bunch of girls sound like an inconvenience?
Apparently, my drunken 3AM idea of safety is to send a GPS map of my location to someone 700 miles away. Seriously considering death as a viable alternative to this hangover. Death or Yuengling.
My concierge just asked me to his place for dinner while I was signing for a delivery. The delivery was a box of vibrators. Let's discuss.
I plan to get very, very drunk when I get off work.
But doesn't your shift end at like noon?
I don't think you understand.
the conference was great. we had to hide the acid in a planter in front of the department of agriculture though
Dave is getting a lap dance to the venga boys
this is not a drill
HE MIGHT HAVE YOUR BUTTHOLE, BUT HE CANT HAVE YOUR HEART. THATS MINE.
Can't tell if it's the drugs or science magic, but I *THINK* that mouse just turned into a squirrel.
Just looked at my bank statement. 9 out of 10 transactions on the first page were from 9 different bars. The 10th was for birth control pills at the pharmacy. I need to rethink my lifestyle.
It's not a hangover, it's "slept on a couch with another person and said person moves a lot and is loud"
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