Cut to me doing the walk of shame to work from a hotel.
States back in the final four. Now our sunday night drinking has purpose. Sparty on baby.
So the answer to your question is yes, I was masturbating on the roof of my building.
Should I be alarmed that you're a regular enough at a bar to show up in sweatpants?
Just so we're clear, that's a yes to the honey, but if you get marshmallow fluff anywhere near my body we are never doing this again
Did you find any other hidden treasures in my room? Specifically weed? Or Slim Jims?
1 tequila 2 tequila 3 tequila, floor.
*roof
Well two things you gotta know if you're gonna live here. your alcohol tolerance is gonna need to go up, and people do blow. Get used to it. Nobody is gonna pressure you into it. That shits expensive
Just watched a girl fall down the stair and be to drunk to get up. The only stair in the bar. It's like watching a turtle on it's back.
we left when one of the guys tried to stick himself with an IV that he found
Gotcha. How bad is it?
Well to compare it to something I would say it what's that walls would like inside the primate exhibit at the zoo after a group of monkeys finished throwing feces at each other all afternoon
I'd just like to formally thank you for the size of your dick. The gods must really love you.
Hey, dude, is Kevin still passed out on your porch?
Yeah. I'm gonna go leave a pitcher of bloody mary next to him in case he's still alive.
I went to the strip club tonight. I had never gone, and in a panic I gave the dancer giving me a lap dance a handshake and introduced myself. Redefines business casual.
Ahhh, beer. My second favorite breakfast drink.
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