I am drunk raised to the nth degree. The possibility of getting sick is approaching infinity.
Regardless of the degree, it's probably not good to relate so closely to the Steve-O documentary.
It was awkward until we both realized our obsessions with harry potter and sangrias were the same. Now were in love.
You need tk get a life and stop texting me about fictional characters. I don't give a shit.
tonight, alcohol would be proud of us
He told me they were just razor bumps!
alright she left, finally time to fart up the room
He's doing the 1:45AM lap: he goes around the bar, finds the hottest crying girl 15 minutes before close, and brings her home. I would feel bad for the girls if it wasn't such incredible genius.
she refused to get out of the dog cage till we sang "be our guest" to her.
No one knows who he is but he hasn't missed a shot in beer pong yet. He's dressed as lance armstrong and is tearing shit up.
We had sex in the tent after his 6th beer and while we were at it we had conversations with the people outside the tent.
Just made a list of all the guys I've hooked up with. "Roofie tattoo eyelids", "xanex night guy", "rainy concert", "cory blanket" and "naked hottub guy" made it.
Next sat night Titanic party. Bring your floaties, trashy necklaces, and a large lung capacity. This ship is going downnnnnnn.
Carpeing THE FUCK out of that diem
It's a good thing he's hot, because it seemed like he was trying to do CPR on my private parts
So apparently, after 11 beers, 2 pitchers of sangria and 3 rhum & cokes, the idea of popping a load of MD and jumping on the trampoline, in the woods, in my underwear was the best one ever.
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