well, if it gives you any insight into how crazy it was, i am currently wikipediaing "anullment"
so my mom told me to suck on something if I have to cough. so I guess blow jobs are ok
he told us the story of how he fought ketchup, mustard, and thomas the train engine all in one night. if that doesn't sound like an acid trip i dont know what does.
I queefed so loud it echoed.
Dont ask, hes out back rolling around in the yard freaking out. literally just had a 15 minute conversation, only word i could make out was "yellow"
I will fight anything that is not spinning right now
I need to find my pants, a way out of here, and a cheeseburger.
You just kept yelling, "THAT'S THE POWER OF PINESOL, BABY!"
I just keep sniffing it hoping for an explanation.
just got home. some guy on my porch is tryin to show me his balls. no more parties at my apartment.
You better buy her a motherfucking bunnyrabit to make up for this. And me footsie pajamas for being a cockblock.
PUB CRAWL IS THE WEEK I COME BACK FROM NOLA OMG OMG OMG. Has it been a year already since I tried to make out with you and you let a bar tender take a shot out of your cleavage? Time flies.
My night can be summed up in 3 words: Vodka. Threesomes. Hospital.
Sorry that I was such a monster last night. It was the drugs, I promise.
Is it weird to smoke a bong with a client from work?
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