Conclusion from last night: Sometimes being classy isn't as fun as making out with a guy on a pooltable in a bar. Happy birthday, Canada.
i find it simply astounding you spelled drunken wrong but pterodactyl right
Stage 55 clinger. not a typo. I cannot even believe this shit.
I have a plus one for the Blackout Express, should I pen in your name?
You just kept yelling, "THAT'S THE POWER OF PINESOL, BABY!"
Dad and I are shitfaced screaming at Canadians in Walmart. Life is good.
He left my apartment when I broke up with him just as my booty call was walking in. It was a little awkward...
I ate you ate to the whole david gray album
The bar would not accept my money. I have reached God status here
Yeah I mean I think I need to stop living off of snacks and alcohol
No fair. I need a fuck buddy to entertain me till the power comes back on
We'll get you some ice cream, but no sprinkles. Sprinkles are for winners.
Personally, I'm gonna be Sexy Dobby the House Elf.
the cops drove by and you were on your back in the middle of the side walk with your arms and legs in the air yelling that you were a dead bug .
Was that before, or after strip tac toe.....
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