We planned for the zombie apocalypse. In great detail. Of course there was booze involved.
its like national bring your ginger to the pool day or something
I know it's not your turn to do the dishes, but since they're covered in your puke, it is.
I hurt. I blacked out in a onesie. Reevaluation needs to happen.
one of them held the wheel while the other one changed her pants. while driving. on the thruway. what
I'm pretty sure every guy I've been with this weekend has made a solid attempt at getting me pregnant...
Random memory from the wedding, the bartender showed us how to open the windows and piss out of them.
Slip and slide hallway was not one of my better ideas.
Btw I'm currently writing a paper in a beer garden. Be proud.
Nope, can't do it. It's a snowball effect. Today, leggings as pants. Tomorrow, female hitler. Natural progression.
I feel like my map app knows I'm hungover and is strategically not driving me by fast food places so I cannot stop
I think I need to expose myself to your dog so he knows that I am also a male.
It's a good thing vaginas don't have taste buds
so my dads pretending to use the snow blower and theres absolutley no snow one the ground.... someone should really lock our liqour cabinet
I literally heard an 'oh my god' when the shirtless Tongan appeared.
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