just so you know, the whole club saw your tits last night. and booed.
that was a gay-test. you passed.
with flying rainbow colors i hope!
I smelled like jager and penis. The only cure was a pack of camels and plan b.
The bouncer was kicking me out and I put up my finger for him to wait while I chugged the rest of my drink..all he could say is "are you serious right now?"
hanging out with you guys is like living the wikipedia entry for drugs...not sure i can handle that tonight.
You then proceeded to tell me how good of a cook you were and put raw cookie dough in the champagne.
After you tried speaking to him in whale you asked if you could see his "blow hole." That's how bad it was.
I will sleep with anyone I have to to make sure you don't get deported
Im shooting goldshlager and waxing my crotch
Every time I start to trust vodka, it does this to me.
My disapointment is making my balls hurt :(
Hey, don't blame me for the shitty evening; I wasn't the one who promised hookers, Dos Equis and foster kittens. Keith was.
He referred to his penis as "The Purple Headed Yogurt Slinger." I'm both disgusted and turned on
um care to explain the stolen chinchila under greg's bed..i'd be fine with it if it wasnt chewing up the stash
I was singing Colors of the Wind and swigging vodka and still felt like more of an adult.
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