real busy. everything is packed. thats why we ended up at the strip club
I've never been 12-exclamation-point-excited for sex. That must have been good.
On the one hand, she would be the biggest mistake of my year. On the other hand, she's here and drunk.
After we finished he asked if I knew if it was a boy or girl. Diet. Starts. Now.
I feel strange, like something is off with my body
Yeah that's called sobering up, we've been drunk for the past 4 days
it was fucking weird. cops showed up but they appreciated our 3 story bong. and then some girl tried to steal our cheese and butter
I was wondering why he was in my phone as "Cat Guy", he seemed pretty normal. Then when we woke up he was wearing a shirt with a picture of his cat on it. The name stays.
Adults smoke weed in footie pajamas man. You just gotta accept me for who I am.
After that song played in the club all he kept drunkenly saying was "Birdman goes brrrrrr"
why is there blood on my car? and are we still friends?
Well I think won that argument, as the cops were leaving, they offered me a ride to the airport
Twist to Josh's story, he had a gyro in his hand and never dropped it even after he got knocked the fuck out
At what part of the night did you guys leave?
After my hot tub cannonball.
You popped the Plan B pill then clapped twice, said "mischief managed" and headed tward the bar.
he kept insisting he didn't have my number, so i called his phone and my number came up as "yeaaaaaaaaah!"
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