We succumbed to passion, and then he had to go meet his girlfriend. End of story.
Mental picture: Us at a bar keeping it classy shot gunning PBR's in the corner.
That was a good example of when keeping it real goes right
You can call me Bill Clinton. I brought 2 good looking Asians home last night.
We are so drunk I just let him piss between my legs on the toilet. That's love.
Too long to explain. Basically I started an electircal fire. No one was hurt except for a box of cereal near the outlet.
Everytime I see a couple on campus walking and holding hands I just want to yell he's gonna lie!
i told you the emergency thong was a good idea.
Our idea of a "deep conversation" was successfully forming complete sentences.
He said I went to go sit outside and is promised I wouldn't leave he brings me a chair and I'm gone. He found me stumbling a half mile away in my socks
You need to come back and help me drink our beer so the fridge has room for the other beers
She apologized again the next day. I said it was pee under the bridge
I think the universe has a conglomeration of sentences reserved only for me.
When we got home I apparently addressed everyone as 'peasant' since it was my birthday, this followed by me demanding for my "peasants to wash me".
I had a flashback of using my sock as a napkin after we got taco bell
I woke up in my basement holding someone else's underwear and a bottle of mouthwash . I wish I could explain more than that but i can't remember ...
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