I looked up to you, until I saw her walk out of your room.
If its called oral, why is it so hard to talk?
I was amazed that you fell flat on your ass and still managed not to spill them drinks in your hands. Your getting good at this.
We did lines off of a Whitney Houston CD case. That makes everything okay.
The goblet must only be used for good. And vodka. And anything t-pain would be proud of.
My Pizza Lunchables won't fit in the fridge because of all your alcohol. One of our addictions has to give.
Is it love? I honestly haven't even thought about watching porn for over a week now, and haven't thought about fucking any strangers either. It's quite eerie.
My clothes are covered in blood and I feel like I drank a gallon of elephant cum...it's safe to say I'm hungover
I wouldn't be surprised. You and I have basically synced up our brain chemistry by doing drugs together in the same way that two girls would sync their menstrual cycles by sharing a house.
Well obviously when I get drunk my intelligence level surpasses yours and that's why you can't understand me.
Have you ever hotboxed under your comforter? Best. Decision. Ever.
i gave head in a cab last night. get on my level.
Well, you started screaming "I dont know you GO AWAY" to your mom when she was holding your hair as you threw up in her garden.
Ever look at an ex and wonder...was I drunk that entire relationship??
Yes, yes I do.
Look, I am sorry I shaved your cat...but get over it.
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