yeah well you didnt even puke from the alcohol. we cut you off and went to huck finn's and told you that the "irish cream" coffee creamers had baileys in it, so you shot down like eight of them and puked all over the floor. it was great. we cheered you on and everything
I think horse shit smells the best of all shits.
how much land on farmville do you have now? i sold all my shit to make room i need more money... these animals need to know I'm running a business not a charity.
Her boobs are too amazing to be looking at my dick. I'm even ashamed.
I vomited in the sink and my bra was in there...I don't even have words to describe this hangover confusion
I can't believe you just thanked me for a blowjob on my Facebook wall...
Update- I sold my hat to some drunk kid for 50 bucks. I used my earnings to buy beer on the way home. I realize to everyone else seeing me drinking on my balcony at 6am, I look like an alcoholic, but I'm thinking of it as a night cap
What happened to the good old days when we whispered the words beer pong and people came running?
Don't patronize me, I thought of that on peyote, so it was basically like a message from God.
i may or may not be making depth charges with cough syrup. i'll call you if i survive.
They're magnificent. It's like god made her last but hadn't fulfilled his boob quota.
I already left my house once this summer. Maybe we could do something in October.
he told me he didn't like my name so he was going to call me Casey instead
I'm really excited to meet your new dude! But we really need to find out if he's your cousin first.
you woke up this morning in a laundry basket, only wearing rainboots.
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