just had a super intense, drunken debate about which blink182 member is the most fuckable. i got so mad i left the room. new low.
Note to self: soco dudes get amusinly uncomfotable when I moan at the urinal.
you threw up in the bushes next to the ABC store and kept saying "you're home, blueberry vodka, you're home!"
Well at one point you put icyhot on your feet because you lost your shoes and it was snowing outside.
no where in the syllabus does it say "no alcoholic beverages allowed".
At least it earned you a couple drinks. And something tells me you've touched grosser things with less incentive.
Yeah I don't even know dude. This shit has reached new levels of ridiculous. Let's hope baby Jesus gallops down a rainbow on a sparkling unicorn and wills that bitch clean. I think that's the best chance we've got.
Okay I shall begin. Thank you Swedish chef
Hurrfy smmurdshy burrfst!
That is the exact response I was looking for.
Cockoligist
Yes, one may refer to me as that.
I should make business cards.
I'm going to take a nap so I don't feel like a stripper sneezed in my mouth tomorrow morning at work.
Monday afternoon and I'm still hungover from Valentine's Day. I think I'm winning at the single life.
You stopped loving me for a minute.
You sent me "Is nap," I don't think that really counts as a conversation starter.
One lesson I've learned so far from college: You've always got time for one more shot. Always
woke up to two girls crawling on top of me forcefeeding me bacon. Best. Hangover. Ever.
Saddle up bitches, we're going to an orgy.
Randomize
