I just woke up. In the port-o-potty next to our tailgate. an hour after the game started. explain.
even the sluttiest version of myself will not go down on him
I just typed my entire senior project presentation on my blackberry,
They only remember me when they're drunk...I'm like a suppressed memory.
no, literally. he fb chatted me and said "since you're online i figured we could bang tonight?"
Dude he's not responding... I'll take that as an unpleasant visit to the clinic
If I die tonight and was cremated, you could probably get high off the smoke.
Because at some point last night we decided that shotgunning beers from a paint stick was a good idea
Sean slept in the bushes beside my house again. Any reason he kept screaming/slurring 'it was all a bunch of goddamn lies' through out the night?
Apparently I told him he would be good for human sacrifice.
Have you ever thrown up in the middle of your hair appointment? Cause I have..
Well I just woke up to no pants, Gatorade on the headboard along with an uneaten steak, and the instinct I was a giant asshole.
I woke up with your bra on, and some guys boxers. I'm in a random truck, in the middle of nowhere...
I just saw puke on the road at the same stoplight i threw up at sunday morning! Makes me smile inside.
There's so many drinking games in the Olympics.
you missed out this chick was licking her paddle
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