Countdown til Saturday. I'd assume we're somewhere around 10,000 bottles of beer on the wall.
The parties out here are fucking awesome and I've got the grades to prove it.
They call it the Collection Couch because all 4 room mates have slept with at least 3 different girls on it. He tried to seal the deal with "would you like to be number 14?"
And sadly I did.
By the way. I expect to test the theory of you running a mile drunk for memorial day.
I vaguely remember a pregnant lady reaching for my penis. When was I in an elevator?
Also.. The Hobbit does not look like a cartoon. We were just too fucking high.
I will kick you in all of your body parts. All at once.
Was he good-huge or like "what the fuck do i do with this"-huge
She's impossible to please. Other than with two fingers and a tongue.
I was about to take him home and fuck his brains out but then the police came and arrested him for the stolen credit card he had been buying me drinks with all night...
I just fist bumped God in my head for last night. What a bro.
Well we can add this to the list of 'where the hell did that bruise come from?'
He ate me out while I was playing bejeweled. It was the greatest moment of my life.
And here I am, playing fetch with my cat at two in the morning.
Yeah totally passed out in their trash can last night.
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