We were so bored at work tonight that we were in dry storage taking turns pouring the boxed wine we use for cooking into each others' mouths. I think I'm starting to understand the "problem" aspect of "drinking problem."
You litterally reached into some girls shirt, pulled out her tit and yelled whats up with this guy.
OMG - This guy with a mullet just told me - it wasn't a mullet - but his hair dresser layered it wrong. It's so walmart in here. I hate you.
Cleveland boys shit in their own pumpkins in their own living room. Got pictures to prove it.
I think theres a high possibility i could be flammable.
There's a very real possibility that I'll wake up in your uncle's driveway.
They just kept handing me shots and saying welcome to college
I feel like a monkey keeps fucking me in the ear with a trombone as a dick.
this celing is unfamiliar to me... im just vaguely wondering where i am. but not quite concerned enough to do anything about it.
The important thing is that she is gone, presumably back to the depths of hell from whence she came.
I need a fucking roommate.
You need a fucking babysitter.
They tricked me into going into that room by saying we'd smoke a bowl and then they all proceeded to have an intervention with me about my love life.
He stopped me mid-blow job to say that his new year's resolution was to stop hooking up. MID FUCKING BLOW JOB.
We are totally like Jim and Pam, except ya know, drunk and not together anymore.
Eventually I will start sleeping with people who actually want to hangout with me the next day... But not today
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