I can't remember if we talked about feelings. Fuck you Miller High Life.
It only happened twice. Once we used extra virgin olive oil and once I used saliva and brute force.
The best part was her genuine shock and total "I didn't know" look when we said she couldn't cook a steak in a microwave.
needless to say, I hope she has to get an abortion again
don't ever try to run hungover. just puked mid-run in front of an old couple that were going for a walk. they were horrified.
i just realized i put more money and effort into 420 then i did for christmas
There was an audience eating triscuts and bananas in the bathroom while watching him puke. It was a good birthday.
Well i have to fuck at least one of your roommates this year to keep the tradition alive.
What happened to him?
He was walking right behind us then disappeared.. turns out he checked his luggage at a night club, continued to drink and dance, then slept on the 4th floor of some museum
and then he proceeded to take what he called, a whip cream shower.
Just puked up hair, tacos and vodka. Hello Memorial Day weekend.
No longer is one of my lifelong dreams to ride in a kangaroo pouch. You have eternally ruined that for me. Thank you.
It feels like a bunch of leprechauns are using my brain as a soccer ball
i feel like if my pee,blood, or vomit is on it...it should belong to me by default. can we make that a rule?
Mike's not allowed to drink vodka anymore. He couldn't get his temporary tattoos (stickers) to stick so he super glued them on.
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