Also do the "tongue the pee-hole" thing.
At what number of girls whose last names are stored in your phone book as drinking establishments does it become excessive?
It was literally the size of a half eaten tic tac.
The last thing I remember is him grabbing my ass and telling me he knew where the jello shots were, so I followed him.
he is allergic to cats. we can only glue dog hair on him. otherwise he might die and i dont want to be responsible for that.
ahaha ok
let's call it "werewolfing"
Best part of being a cop: When I showed up at Thanksgiving with stitches in my head I could tell them I was "protecting and serving" not "drinking and falling down". Career validated.
I have a completly random but serious question. Can I make a paper mache mold of you ass and turn it into a pinata filled with airplane bottles of liquor? Its for my art class
You know what my problem is? I'm like a machine designed for the sole intention of removing the pants from damaged girls.
Apparently, my drunken 3AM idea of safety is to send a GPS map of my location to someone 700 miles away. Seriously considering death as a viable alternative to this hangover. Death or Yuengling.
The sound of my own breathing is making my head throb. That hungover.
I'm drinking and working out! I'm bench pressing the beer pong table and doing push ups and lifting the chair.
The whorange rubbed off. His white shirt was so gross at the end of the night I told him to frame it.
Somehow I ended up in a different costume dancing with some tree of a guy in the basement bathroom, what did you give me?
SKIIIIIIIIIIII, trip mo foes! Let-ith the epic- ness begin ith. Heroes go forth, nAy Sayers fuckin die. This is for the good of mankind! See you on the morrow
Apologies to the number who did not expect to get this but certainly be jealous of us.
One sec I was having the time of my life, the next I was shitting water
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