Cold hands, warm shart.
At a bar where three women in denim shorts are debating techniques and skillsets for wrangling goats. You stay classy Delaware.
nobody understood you. You kept speaking french and hiding shit in your boobs
he had more hair on his balls then in my Easter basket
that would be two times in a week with two different guys.
they have the same name so it only counts as one guy right?
if that dog is afraid of alcohol then he's no dog of mine
He's having a heart to heart coversation with the keg about what he should do with his life.
She fucking ripped my chandelier out of my ceiling. How does that make her a keeper?
On an unrelated note: I'm also a big advocate of the "never waste a boner" theory.
Nothing like wearing your heels and smelling like henney in the afternoon
Covered in confetti and bad decisions
Such a good question, let's ask the alcohol gods for the answer.
One of the art pieces was basically this chick throwing raw meat at the audience, anyone who got hit (which I did) got a free shot of whiskey. It was worth it.
No just a slight sexual miscommunication which led to a little (lot) vomiting by one party and a bruised sternum on the other party involved.
I can't even make a guess how that goes.
I actually had to apologize for "being too aggressive about harry potter"
Dude my doctor just legit got down on her knees and loudly begged me to do my pap smear
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