I can't remember if we talked about feelings. Fuck you Miller High Life.
let's makeout let's makeout let's make out let's make out
Let's play a little game called "Chill the Fuck Out" - you're our first contestant
trying to figure out who visited the hillshire farms website enough for it to be in my top sites.
and on the fourth day, god made foam parties.
You do realize that we bought beer at 9:30 in the morning to avoid sobering up. Stupidity was bound to follow.
Blood. All over. Pre coke adventure needs to slow down unless I'm involved
She just gave me a free latte.
Correction. She just have you a frothy, creamy path to that vagina.
You then showed up downstairs in only a robe, telling everyone how you were "the most chivalristic fratstar ever."
Basically, what i'm trying to say is, if you don't have something, excuse or gift, to satisfy my anger i am going to look you in the eye and piss on the floor.
You were chugging tap water out of a running blender screaming "bubbles is Perrier mother fucker"
I need an IV, a new head, and stronger morals.
He was having this drunk emotional breakdown and I was just trying to cheer him up but instead fell and dumped the whole pickle jar on me
It was cool though because he was fine afterwards and somehow I convinced them I did it on purpose...
Ya can’t just go throwing accusations around about someone pooping their pants without some hard evidence
We are balling out on levels, I think mikes about to go to jail. something to do with a unicorn and rainbows, the cops are not being reasonable.
Randomize
