You were face down, at your computer, surrounded by beer bottles listening a bagpipes version of amazing grace.
I just was on a 20min team conference call where I didn't speak, I used a Gus Johnson soundboard online to answer questions asked to me...the highlight of 2010
I want Paula Dean to narrate shark week next year
Recent Google searches: "babu kangarooz"... "why 2 tacos bell" and "is dinosaur in real life"
You need to get over here. I think the drunks are about to sacrifice a chicken to the beer gods. Or a freshman. Stay tuned.
There are very few times i will succumb to laying naked on my bathroom floor. But lastnight is a resonable enough cause.
Secondly, that waffle is lost for good. I have no fucking idea where that bitch is
My final act is to send you this message. I love you. Tell my family that I love them. Except my dad. Tell him I said "Eh..." while rocking your hand side to side. And tell Tim that I will always love the idea of him. Tell Caleb I love him so. Take care of Miss Kitty Fantastico. Tell the world that I will watch over. Good bye. I love you.
I just set a reminder on my phone to get star spangled hammered this weekend.
Oh, in response to your "does dating get better" question...I feel like penises are getting smaller nowadays. Its been several years since I saw a good 8+ incher.
Something tells me tonight will end with me wearing my pants on my head again.
How can you tell that you're blacked out ?
You can feel it in your nipples.
the only decorations on the Christmas tree were twinkle lights, condoms, and empty natty cans. I do love a classy holiday party
I'm bleeding and have questions
Remember the guy with the pretty voice that gave us crabs?
Randomize
