I don't think you know how difficult it is to pee in poncho..
So guy #2, the dancer, is programmed into my phone under the name H.uy. His number- 11 digits. I should have stopped drinking.
I'm going to an arts college, I live next to the frat houses, and my room number is 420. god has plans for me and I couldn't be happier.
I'm proud of us, I'm cleaning up the place and I haven't found a single beer can that isn't empty.
We're having the conversation about what happened last night, all we can come up with is that we came home, drank two litres of lemonade, I took one of her seizure pills and we fell asleep with sabrina the teenage witch on
don't tell me I don't love her. i once slept with my girlfriends therapist, just to find out if she was cheating on me.
i'm so sad bro, I can't get any pussy. I'm so sad
So I got hit in the face with a frying pan. So def wont be at work for first break if I'm there at all
So he's compensating for a really small penis. Either that or he's a drug lord.
I woke up to him peeing by our bedroom door. I yelled at him to go to the bathroom and he just kept peeing while he walked there. This is a new low.
I don't trust a bar IN TENNESSEE that doesn't have Jack Daniels.
Got drunk in Atlantic City Flagged down some guy with two wrapped tampons like road flares for a cigarette.
I remember eating bacon bits off your chest that night... I'll never look at bacon pizza the same way
She's kind of holyer-than-thou, like god himself came down and said "please cock block your roommate at every opportunity, and if you think she's thinking of sex, tell her she's a whore"
So random question: what's a good way to tell your brother that his Skype sex kept you awake last night? I'm not really sure how that conversation begins.
Randomize
