God dammit. Now I'm pissed at Arizona, while feeling bad for my poor, poor penis.
yeah well you didnt even puke from the alcohol. we cut you off and went to huck finn's and told you that the "irish cream" coffee creamers had baileys in it, so you shot down like eight of them and puked all over the floor. it was great. we cheered you on and everything
When I asked if she spit or swallow she replied "I never learned how to spit"
i'm waiting for the less fat version of him to text me
I finally got laid.. you said it wouldn't happen.
you know its a sad night when you can actually see and hear sitcoms on at the bar
he yelled 'rock me amadeus!' when he came
i love that song!
NOT THE POINT
Um, yeah. You lit my birthday candles with a joint. Mom= not happy.
no they seem fine, they're doing push ups and waiting for a charging toy helicopter
better to have posed nude and lost than to never have posed nude at all...thats what i always say
I am too drunk to deal with your everything. Reread this everytime you feel the need to talk to me.
Actually here it's more "lie around naked in a dark room" weather.
You told me you were trying to learn all the MLB ballparks while you waited for your porn to load.
You took nana to a bar?!
she suggested it
Apparently I called down to the hotel front desk and begged them to bring us pizza. They brought us tea.
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