i puked out the bus window last night on the way home. i remember it, but i don't remember everyone else screaming to put their windows up.
so chris just stuck his hand between rachel's legs and yelled 'TROUT!' and we were like...you're wasted
P.S. I can't hear my feet
and he said i stripped him down, hand cuffed him to his bed post, and tickled his arm pits, and then continued to watch The Hangover.
The investigator asked if we were sharing a pitcher of margaritas. I corrected him and explained that we each had our own.
You need to let me be on top sometimes. I gotta get rid of these love handles
threw up in the kitchen showroom. home depot employee of the month.
Dude.. full face helmets and hangovers do not mix... I am never going to get rid of the smell of puke.
I have no idea. But that is beside the point bc in vegas I'm a pro vball player from Ireland and a veterinarian on the weekends
Do you have any need for a scary clown mask?
Then years and years after that I will send you a picture of my warped vagina from all the kids that I had.
11% beer and firearms, what could possibly go wrong?
We went camping and met these lesbians and now I have S'mores where there shouldn't be S'mores.
Once someone takes a shit in your toilet they are no longer a guest.
After this weekend, all I can think about is bald eagles flying in front of fireworks and giving birth to fucking uncle sam. Also, beer.
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