I can't remember if we talked about feelings. Fuck you Miller High Life.
note to self..putting cheap vodka in a bottle of grey goose does not make it taste better
you dialed the number "23" then talked to it for three minutes
So...i'm having a drinking contest, my right hand vs my left, i have a feeling the 24 pack is gonna win
you were leaning against the vending machine asking if there was a shower you could puke in.
I know now the amount of smoke it takes to set off the fire alarm....no longer worried about using the bong...not even close
It just hurt to pee because he was fingering for fucking gold in there.
Precisely. She's an awesome drinking companion; yet, not so awesome mother-in-law material.
You played a drinking game to fat people crying. It's a long climb to the moral high ground, why bother?
I really need to create fewer "the time I was on drugs" stories for my future memoir, "my first year in San Francisco".
good luck with that
I only see on penis in this picture but I assume there is another lurking out of sight.
Well she got high, deleted the essay she was working on, and then ordered dominos. We all manage stress in different ways.
I WANNA SUCK HIS DICK ON A BOAT
I will be DAMNED if anyone but me breastfeeds my cat.
Memeber that time you got detained in Poland. We don’t talk about that enough
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