As my groomsman, I expect you to learn the Thriller dance with me before next September.
home. puking in laundry basket.
She asked me how I live with myself. I told her one night at a time.
He made fire alarm noises before throwing up all over the street.
Just threw up in the garbage can outside the liquor store... I'm pretty sure that's some sort of distress signal.
while you've been gone this has kinda turned into some sort of fivesome-type thing. just thought i should warn you for when you get back
Everything gets a little fuzzy after the flats of jello shots, but I do have a vague recollection of being at the top of a large human pyramid
Sorry I never showed up last night. It was between spending time with you and our freinds or having violent multiple orgasims. I chose the low road.
NEVER PUT A LIT CIGARETTE BEHIND YOUR EAR
Then pass out next to me, I'll be under a pong table or a park bench. Really depends on the weather during Mifflin
The object of the game was to pour tequila into a sombrero and drink as much as you can before it leaked through, 'Big Papi' won.
I woke up hugging a box of cheerios that had "wonder woman" written in sharpie on it. So much for a sober night.
You should know two things about me,,,1) I am highly sexual and 2) I am HIGHLY competitive so you telling me about how much sex you had with the other girl makes me say "challenge accepted"... you should hydrate.
Willing booties have sort of a tractor beam for me.
we played his NES Classic. Turns out there is a warp zone to my vagina.
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