Just wrote a paper about alcohol abuse that sounded like my weekend...
There is no excuse for watching a Jesse McCartney movie.
ive come to the point where weve hung out more times sober than drunk. i think im growing up. fuck.
I mean if she was naked in my room I would talk to her
Were betting on little kids falling and racing for a drinking game at the wedding.
I just realized I have yet to puke in your new apartment. Clearly we're doing something wrong. On my way over with Cuervo as I type.
No. I'm just saying it shows no signs of stopping. My dad was a man-whore well into his 50s.
I knew it would get worse when I said I think your roommate is watching and he looked over at him and said ... So?
BTW the amount of schmoozing I am doing towards some guy for an ID that may or may not look like you... You better love me.
I swear I can't go out anymore. It's like he put a GPS in my dick. I don't know if I should feel awkward or proud...
is that a sigh of girlish delight, or "sigh...I'm having a herpes outbreak'
Can't it be both?
Strip club, what strip club did I eat a steak at? That's the appropriate question
I got in an argument over whether or not I'm a slut. I argued yes.
You're telling that to the kid drinking Jack in nothing but a graduation cap
She deleted me on Facebook. I think it's safe to say that she knows I fucked him now.
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