There are traffic cones in the living room. One of them is yours.
I'll put it this way. My grandkids felt that fuck.
Every single time I start thinking that we shouldn't have done that to him, I think of his ballsack in our passed out faces. No sympathy.
you're like that jamaican tarat card reading chick... only with herpes
I paid your cover too so you're on the list as tits mcgee. You're welcome :D
I remember nothing of last night, but I did manage to figure out which frats I went to by the trails of straw across campus.
It's like I just got slapped in the face with the cock of nostalgia.
If you say no to drinking on a Monday then I'm going to take you to the hospital for a MRI
I know I've wanted to fuck him for the past month, but when you're that hungover, the only chemistry you have is with a pillow and a gallon of water.
I threw up in a flower pot outside the bar last night and have a date tonight....I think I missed something
He's hot....knda sweaty, drunk smells like feet....but he's hung like a whale....so in other words totally your type
He started planning our future mid-hookup. You tell me how my night was.
Nxt time we drink that much, we'll have to hide the crayons. Crayola-ing a mural on the living room wall wasnt the brightest idea, but it sure is classy. Right?
I made out with the hosts' boyfriend, infront of her, drank way too much, slept in my car and convinced everyone that I'm really a nice person. If that's not skilled lying, I don't know what is.
I can’t shake the image of her gigantic black unibrow. It’s like I got a blowie from Eugene Levy
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