I wouldn't necessarily call it an addiction, more of a passion. I'm habitually passionate.
He then proceeded to tell me about his enlarged lymph nodes, his"severe" case of blue balls.
Literally been drinking for 10 hours. Hammered. Roasted chestnuts fell out of my shirt earlier.
I've reached the point to where my pre-gaming needs to be limited to pre-inning-ing
I did sing regulators with a random black dude at The Rail without looking at the screen, hugged him and walked off stage. I pretty much live up to all expectations.
I don't know what was up he just kept sitting in his chair smoking weed and watching home movies all night it was weird as fuck.
FRIENDS DON'T LET FRIENDS WASTE THE LAST ADDERALL.
I stood in my living room with two beers in my hand asking these said beers if they were going to drink each other. I then insisted that I would drink them and chugged both. Happy Halloween.
We got drunk and crashed a fifty year old woman's birthday party for the food. Whoops.
You thought there were zombies attacking us so you tried to tuck and roll out of a moving vehicle. Also you should consider wearing underwear
Crying while listening to Miley Cyrus. BE GLAD YOU JUMPED THIS SINKING SHIP!
I'm only bisexual one week out of the month. Nothing like ovulation hormones to make the genders of my hookups seem completely irrelevant.
I have drunkenly angered a family of raccoons. Please send help immediately.
it’s my vagina i can do what i want to
Coffee and girl scout cookies. Breakfast of champions.
Get fucked.
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