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.
dude I just realized something - girls return my clothes washed so in thought bringing girls home is like avoiding going to the laundramat
You sent her a pic of your dick with 'guess what you cant have anymore' written on it with a marker.
im not even sure if i fucked her just woke up in her closet.
All I can remember is being told by a guy named Kyle to stay in the corner until the cops left. Then waking up on a porch outlined in beer cans 8 blocks from my house. Pregaming for college.
Seriously, do normal people actually get work done being this hungover? No wonder the economy's in the shitter
I tried to sit on a barstool last night...it was an open trashcan.
Today's been pretty great, I went and bought the new Batman for the sole purpose of masturbating to Bane
When God was sprinkling self control to everybody, he ran out and was like ehhhh she'll make it!
I felt like... 50% confused and 50% like a slow roasted flip flop.
Probably gonna run and pray I throw up. Then go get a coffee/bagel & continue to rally
It wasn't exactly a dick pic. It was more like a body shot with a hint of wiener.
Wanna see if we can get cut off at bdubs again? The same hipster manager that is younger than us is working again
Why would you keep yourself in a sharting situation
I don't know how I got home but I'm pretty sure the guy in my closet had something to do with it
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