yeah well you didnt even puke from the alcohol. we cut you off and went to huck finn's and told you that the "irish cream" coffee creamers had baileys in it, so you shot down like eight of them and puked all over the floor. it was great. we cheered you on and everything
I think id rather eat ped egg shavings.
I can't belive they dont sell booze Sunday mornings. I mean some of us have to work
i like that you affectionately refer to him as "creepy" ever time you talk about him
For his 21st I'm getting a fancy hotel that way he can at least sleep in a nice bathtub
Found a pint glass in my snow pants.
sometimes when i'm drunk i choose the spanish option on the ATM to challenge myself.
His best friend's cat died so we had a drunken burial ceremony on the side of his condo at 2am and I'm pretty sure if anyone gets ahold of the video feed from Martini Monday we're all fired.
So this whole chlamydia situation totally puts a damper on my back to school sex schedule, there's just no way of knowing who of them was the perpetrator... Time for new candidates
I can't handle dick pics with conversational captions
We have your weave and dirt in our room.
words I never want to hear dad say again: "Trevor you sexy man you"
You had me on my knees catching cheese balls in my mouth and moaning. In front of all your friends.
You challenged a dog groomer that she couldn't cut human hair ... How's the shaved head
On a scale of 1 to shit show you were "i just pissed myself"
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