similar to the time we made up the game of screaming at the top of our lungs any time a guy any of us slept with walked into the party. that went over SO well.
you need to leave class get on facebook and start untagging IMMEDIATELY
The beer is more important than you right now.
I threw a jar of pickles out the window at a police car, why was that not a good enough reason to put me to bed?
The one from last night got me a whole floor of Eskimo Brothers. There was a celebration of high fiving as I left
I got concerned once i realized you weren't there to hear us having sex. See I do worry about you.
i just woke up reverse cowgirl on my couch. fully clothed. my laptop is on the floor sideways. blasting gay porn and lady gaga. pizza crust everywhere. goodmorning.
He's not so smart and obsessed with sex and lacks listening comprehension skills. I feel like i'm dating a sexually competent sesame street character.
Ugh..Yesterday was a complete alcohol fueled shit show. Not making eye contact with anyone today. Don't deserve it. Eye contact is for decent people.
I know, my friend Erin took me into the bathroom at work and poured pickle juice on me.
That's a lot of people she's fucked in one picture.
He's slurring his text. I didn't think that was possible.
We need to get fucked up again and play games like "save the tequila but dodge the knife"
I'm eating taquitos in the bathtub at 5:30 am. What a great end to the night
Me and my boss just exchanged pictures of our bongs and such...I don't know I feel about this
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