yeah it was kind of like, i'm 27 and still live in a frat house.. you honestly expect me to have "moral fiber" and a "conscience"
i really care about you, respect you, another gay word, and another gay word... lets just drink
okay, this game isn't funny anymore. tell us where all the forks are.
I guess she thought her walk of shame would be more dignified if she stole my dog
I feel a five day drunk coming on.
Is this the girl that wrote "Poon Slayer" across my chest?!
Things were easy when he was just a penis. Now he's a penis with feelings.
We lost a condom inside me, I had to fish it out. The next day he gave me a Gone Fishin' bumper sticker. True love at its finest.
In case you're wondering where my head is at right now, it's wishing that I was getting laid and not having a debate about cheese.
There is a high possibility I will pass out with my hand in a bag of Doritos
Im so glad I make morally wrong decisions. It's like the best worst thing I've ever done.
Left Las Vegas at 2:30 am, woke up at 11 AM at a Barstow gas station with the Valet from Ceaser' palace snoring in the backseat and no memory of how we got there. I felt like Raoul Fucjing Duke right then and there.
I got St Patrick's Day drunk on Friday and apparently ordered a Total Gym in the middle of the night
I don't care. It's wine Wednesday get your gameface on.
If there's someone that knows accidental pantlessness, it's Mike.
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