Nope, Im Irish and pissed with some drunk mixed in...therefore punching things is the best solution to every problem.
you turned on the Care Bears movie at 5am and kept screaming "I CARE"
Drawing dicks in the frost on people's windshields is a rare joy I allow myself while walking to my 8 AM class.
there were at least 5 of us standing around the bathroom stall cheering you on to throw up.
Climbing onto the roof in a dress and high heeled boots was probably not the best idea, especially after all that Bacardi.
I'm starting to have hip problems from having my legs spread too often.
After Sake bombs he tried to puke into an alluminum beer bottle and shot vomit streaks in a perfect V out the sides of his mouth and hit BOTH girls he had bought drinks for that night. He was like an Icon of Cock-blocking yourself.
For some reason i am carrying prostate cancer brochures. i am nor used to drinking this early.
I enjoyed our heart to heart in the trunk on the way to the stripclub
Did you seriously just hashtag my sex life as #yolo2013?
If a baby can come out of it, so can four raquetballs.
If its possible to have a hickey on your nipple, I have one. Thank you.
Our relationship needs a sober moment
I'll call you when that happens
I'm more worried that you thought licking a pole on Bourbon street would turn me on
Where do you think black out memories go?
Into the dark abysmal abyss of the deepest, darkest part of your mind. It's obviously the bodies natural defense to protect you from witnessing the shit you do while actually blacked out.
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