Yes but life is bad with poopy sheets
just a heads up, there may or may not be a mailbox full of the leftover beer on the table in your basement.
Thanks for the drunken voicemail of bird calls. Love and miss you, too.
We made the pizza boy do Jell-o shots with us. He didn't even deliver to our house, we just called him over from the neighbors
Remember when we made you finish your beer after you puked into your glass?
i hate being the asshole.
Our idea of a "deep conversation" was successfully forming complete sentences.
I woke up to a text that said, "I can see you but can't get in." It was the pizza delivery guy who saw me passed out drunk on the floor through the front door.
These fuzzy pants work great for sleeping, taking an exam, getting baked and watching the hobbit. I guess i'm not changing pants for 72 hours.
Well I don't think you can suck his dick while he's making pizza. I think that goes against some health codes.
After last night I think its official. Deep down, we like alcohol more than we like women.
I showed him my toy collection and he goes, "You won't need those anymore," and dropped his pants. I threw the House of Pleasure out last night.
Well I woke up naked, with a santa hat on, and a bag of beef jerky next to me. So yeah, I would say it was a pretty successful trolley
My god imagine how much cum is in that astroturf
on a scale of one to ten where does vomming from being hungover during a professionalism lecture fit
It got to the point where I was so drunk, playing rock paper scissors as a drinking game seemed like a good idea.
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