Me. At least after what I've been through.
Confirm your location. A cross street is best, but if google mapping yourself is your least-shameful option go for it. ps- going through his mail for an actual address is always an option.
OH MY GOD. JESUS STRIPPER. THERE IS A JESUS STRIPPER HERE. A STRIPPER DRESSED AS JESUS.
I mean I'm not worried about us not getting wasted. I'm more worried that I'll be doing a Boris yeltzen impression by 1030.
Tequila bombs in champagne seemed like a good idea at the time.
I'm drugging my best friend. I'm like a whole new level of bitch.
Nothing gets you judged faster than having cum in your hair at the gas station.
My going away gift was all of them dancing around with solo cups on their dick and balls...these are my friends
He looked like he was trying to woo a lady version of himself by playing goblin music on his guitar.
Being single/not living at home sucks. All I want is someone I can force to pick up my pizza for me so I don't have to talk to anyone.
There's always a silver lining when massive voluptuous tits are involved
Drunk me started making nachos apparently but never got to the part with the cheese. There are chips everywhere
What'd I miss?
Erotic hypnosis and studded dog collars.
No one should have to go to work between Christmas and New Years, but here I am twirling in my office chair and putting Jack in my coffee like I’m back in college studying for finals.
How’s big weiner McGee?
I’m going to ask you one last time to call him Matt and he’s fine thank you very much
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