home. puking in laundry basket.
we made margaritas with slurpies from 7-11 and beer.
Last night at the bar my fuck buddies found out about each other.
Wtf? What happened?
Not quite sure but they rock, paper, scissored to see who was taking me home.
A guy wearing a hard hat while floating the river. It's the most responsible drinking we saw all day.
I already banned bobbing for apples. While drunk that's just drowning near fruit.
Just got motor boated by a horse in the street
He bought my favorite ceral.. I've guess I've earn the status as one of his regular fuck buddies. I feel honored and proud. His roommates girls don't get this treatment.
I'm sure me singing - rather loudly - "fuck me in the back seat" last night didn't help either.
Eating an ice cream sandwich while your little bro gets me weed. May I adopt him?
there's still three solo cups of your puke in my basement. so that needs to be solved at some point.
So I vote that we skip the bowling and just go straight to destroying our livers.
You kept saying you only wanted to drink until you were sleepy. You succeeded if "sleepy" means you sleepied around with 4/6 of the guys there.
My favorite part was screaming to all my life by kc and jojo and just horribly failing
Do you always skip to "Baby Got Back" when fat girls show up at the bar?
you didnt realize it, but you puked in the bushes in front of a church and yelled "GOD IS DEAD"
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