The whole way homeyou were flapping your arms up and down, and when I asked why you said you were trying to tell Tony Danza about the angels.
I was wasted and lost so I called the cops and asked for directions. It seemed logical at the time
I will never get the visual of you crying while chewing christmas lights out of my head
dude uncooked spaghetti noodles dipped in thousand island dressing is better than it sounds
he just looked at me and whispered "these are my sea lions. my sea lions." and then went back to licking the mirror
you came here, splled a bunch of margaritas, hung up a picture of yourself and then left
No our divorce decree will not have a blow job clause. Unless my alimony is greatly increased your bj's have been reduced to fantasy status.....
Some guy dressed like Santa just handed me a bottle of tequila. I NEVER WANT TO LEAVE CANCUN
The last thing I remember is your grandma calling me a pussy and taking my shot for me. Your family is awesome.
History professor is at the bar. Hurry! There's only so many A's he could give before it starts to look bad.
I'm going to try to ignore the homoerotic subtext in that last question...
In the wise words of Scar: "be prepared."
Do you think Scar was a Boy Scout?
Drank for free all night and I'm not even sleeping w the bartender. What is this magic?
Sorry you had to clean the sheets with your macro notes
It's rum buckets o'clock
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