One of my students just wrote an essay on how ninjas, like drug addicts, must realize they need help before they can get better...I gave it an A+
you may be an alcoholic when your drug dealer calls to yell at you for drinking too
she said if I bought her franzia she would blow me, and she would fuck me if I splurged on martini and rossi. Franzia it is
I finally got her to squirt but it wasnt a stream, it came out in the form of mist. I felt like I was in rainforest cafe.
The theme is smores and alcohol. Dress appropriately.
I blacked out the second time 3am rolled around. My brain was taking a beating trying to do that math.
I just remember thinking, if she falls asleep, I'm totally eating that spilled chex mix right off of her.
Apparently I walked up to him, mumbled something incoherently, then started to make out with him. Why does this always happen.
We were thinking he might be gay. Like how the fuck do you not even make out with a girl that made you a grilled cheese
After a couple hours you decided you were going to walk home but ten minutes later you called and said you'd puked by the side of the road and you needed us to drive you to the art museum.
I was standing when I hit it. I barely made it to the couch before the walls started turning into people.
Seriously, do normal people actually get work done being this hungover? No wonder the economy's in the shitter
If you can get her to make out with you without paying for it, I will personally make you president of the american lesbian league
Anyway. I unfriended all of these people like a grown up and I am never talking to them again
Pumped to get "pass out-wake up in Berlin-buy a chinchilla" drunk?
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