As we walked into his room, he said welcome to the hurt locker. I should have left, but I love that movie.
Chipotle chips and wine for breakfast. Its def game day
Having drunken flash backs of me giving you a piggy back ride. I was like Jesus, and you were my cross. I fell so many times for you. This is true friendship.
What are the odds of finding the one hot Australian dude with erecile dysfunction?
Depending on hangover severity. The fact that I can spell severity is in your favor.
BAHHAHHAHHAHAHHA SOME ASS IS BIYING NE DRHBKS. DRUBK
He said he was going to "rock my world". I wonder if he too has a false sense of confidence and accomplishment stemming from a complete lack of honesty from our own female counterparts.
Every bar we ever go to has a woman there who hates him. Getting so much vagina has never seemed so not glorious
Well be careful man. Be careful. Wear shoes in the house. Safety. Safety first, then teamwork.
I doubt she'll sponsor it. You know alcohol and fireworks don't mix, right?
It's okay. We're not going to soak the fireworks in alcohol. The alcohol is for drinking.
I have bruises from doing the splits on the poles, if that doesn't scream bourbon street regret then I don't know what does
Netflix, eggnog, and bed? Maybe some hand stuff?
Me too...I'm driving to work trying to figure out if I put my pants on the right way.
We need to find out what drug we took so we can take it everyday from here on out
he was wearing a pyjama shirt under a dress shirt under a hoodie under a robe under a rain poncho the man was prepared for anything
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