somehow in between the body shots the bong hits and trying to convince the 7-11 lady to let me fill up my vodka bottle with cherry slurpee. i misplaced my car.
Mental picture: Us at a bar keeping it classy shot gunning PBR's in the corner.
That was a good example of when keeping it real goes right
The best feeling....farting and having the bubble hit your balls
i ate 2 chicken nuggets and puked out 5. that doesn't even make mathematical sense
Just gave my manager part of my viccodin stash-my job is basically secured forever.
Bad idea. College students cannot afford both alcohol and a cat. Unless said cat is irish, and can feed itself with fifths of whisky.
Two penises later: I might be straighter than I think.
Just quiet vomiting, and in between heaves she mumbled "be the pro"
You were almost as fucked up as I was the night I hooked up with a bob saget look alike...
He was puking up tons. He aimed his face inside his coat. Not a drop in my car. Then he thanked me for the ride.
Definitely but only if you hit on the 16 year old in the karate class as part of your waffle and gin fueled sexually deprived rage.
If if makes you feel any better, you're definitely the hottest guy I've ever friendzoned.
After last night I think its official. Deep down, we like alcohol more than we like women.
It's a shame things ended how they did. We were well on our way to transforming from acquaintances with benefits to friends with benefits.
What you have to understand is that our lives aren't a disappointment so much as they crashed and burned with lethal doses of radiation and dog shit.
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