My place. Tomorrow Night. Bring your liver, and something for it to do.
sooo i think when i get back from rothbury i should probably take a pregnancy test
but you would be showing by now. i'd just save the money and wait for a large crap in 6 months that starts crying. then you'll know.
Dude, this place has 10% alcohol beer on tap. It's like God's semen.
I wish I had my own personal Asian lady that lived under my bed so that she could wax my eyebrows and give me a pedicure whenever I wanted.
He had a stripper pole in his bedroom. I didn't know whether to be impressed or creeped out.
your friend did not want a bj. we need to leave. this is very awkward.
Maybe it's the vicodin, but all I wanna do is hunt wild hogs.
Im wearing all my glow sticks to bed so i know where my arms are at all times.
I'm drawing the line at your vagina. I will not accompany you to get that pierced and/or tattooed. There's got to be some mystery to our relationship.
It's Been clinically proven that people who have sex 6 or more times per week are happier than those who don't. Just and FYI. For your mental health. From a soon so be psychologist. Who is drunk.
I know he's not here, but I can still see him. I found some of my old stash and its good shit so its expected to see sunlight at night and scary llama men. Midgets or otherwise.
So the guy I hooked up with during welcome week just tried to booty call me from across the lecture hall at 9am. I don't think he gets how this works...
Dinner was cheetos vodka and whiskey. This is what happens when even your booty call breaks up with you.
Quick question—how good are you at digging holes? I mean, besides the one you've dug for yourself. asking for a friend
Just don't let me do two things: Beer bongs filled with vodka or shot competitions
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