Well I don't think you could recreate that hangover if you tried. It was like the perfect storm of hangovers.
I just ate a whole pineapple for lunch. You should be begging to give me a bj tonight.
We just ended up getting drunk and doing field sobriety tests on each for practice... No one remembers who passed.
I puked on myself in front of a customer. all. over. myself. thanks Saturday nights
mhmm. we know where to go, which places have free bathrooms, how long you can be in one until its sketchy, we have this down to a science. we're like the college sophomore pregaming dream team
Fuck you, if it wasn't for us going to the city, she would be using me as a human sex toy all day.
No like you've drunkenly persistently tried to take your shirt off in the middle of a park filled with children. You had already thrown your bra at my crotch.
I think John will remember that birthday for a while. I'm still dying at the fact a stripper was hunting me down.
Please tell me that all of the things I remember doing last night didn't really happen. Please.
I rode home in a shopping cart so there's that. MVP to the guy that pushed it.
You should feel special! You're also the only person I've ever punched during sex
Sorry you uh had to see that last night. That's the problem with open fields, no privacy...
wow. that really looks like a penis. not a top hat
operation Bang Australian Boy = oh so successful
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