I mean we're not committed. He's my first choice, sort of like miller lite. When I'm at the bar I'm going to order one, but if they don't maybe I'll go for a bud or blue moon. I'm certainly not going to stop drinking
We woke up in an inflatable kiddie pool full of both empty and full beer cans. In the middle of his dad's office. Oh, and we were locked in. Nobody remembers.
Like if god were to send me a cock shot, that's what it would look like.
the world took limewire and four lokos away from me in one week....hello depression
i just saw the eighteen different ways i could die and only after that did i realize i'd made a poor decision
I fell asleep while we were Skyping and woke up to his balls bouncing in front of the camera while he sang "Wakey Wakey!" over and over again. Merryfuckingchristmas.
Ya I guess if we compared our actions now with our actions 2 years ago. We are definitely in a constant state of shit showness.
Two questions. One. Where are you watching election results tomorrow? Two. Can we have Obama victory sex?
I remeber being on the roof last night and we put our heads togeather and we touched each others face and said "Hennessyyyy"
We knew we were dealing with a pro when some random guy at the bar thew you over his shoulder and you still didn't spill your drink
Strangely enough, that's not the first time that's happened
I was figuring I'd break up with her after work, but before Taco Tuesday
you ass-dialed me while you were fucking my ex.
that was on purpose.
You kissed my hand and then put a Taco in it. Why WOUDNT I leave my husband?
when she didn't finish her burrito you wanted to call the cops because you said it was neglect
Unexpected pro of the hostel though: literally down the street from Coors Field. I could literally fart on the building in five minutes.
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