the last thing i remember is unlocking the door. its like i was literally opening the door to my blackout
We turned everything surrounding BP and the oil leak into a "that's what she said" drinking game. We've been drunk for a month
i can't remember the last friday i didn't spend in the foetal position
We have to talk through the words with friends chat so his gf won't find out
I'm eating dry tortillas on a mattress without a sheet. and i thought my life would change after graduation.
The polish Muslims are throwin paczkis into the crowd and I'm beer 6 before 11 am
He googled the address of the bar, then sent me a text saying "6.3 miles. Too far. :( Apparently I am only worth a 5 mile radius.
The cop was more concerned with the fact I had cowboy boots on with shorts than the fact we were under age
if you ever get a chance to, fuck in a lecture hall. great acoustics. highly recommend it.
Props to the guy on crutches playing edward forty hands. Dedicated to drinking games is an understatement.
The acoustics in my bra are fantastic.
I was peeing in the bathroom at this house party when a guy just casually stumbles out of the shower
My only contacts are booty calls or the club hockey team.
I'm not dealing with this wiskey dick shit, 2016 is the year of hard dicks
after that bj i gave him, i could fucking punch his mom and he wouldn't give a shit
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