So I don't have any furniture but we just skateboard drunk around the floor.
its like they have never seen someone walk through campus with a plunger
It was like a secret agent hookup. No names, swift execution, get in- get out.
How was the bike ride?
Nope. High in the basement. Fruit cups.
or how I got to mom's but there is vomit on my shoes. I never thought i'd be recapping with her.
What's the second line of that rhyme that starts "Vicodin before scotch...?"
The puppy is a lightweight. 3 beers and he's passed out on the floor already. I repeat, the puppy is a lightweight.
I'm still not walking right. We need some boundaries for "drink-or-dare"...
Yeah I had to push her down the hallway to the hotel room in a luggage carrier. The guy at the desk told me goodluck
Are you available to help carry me into the house Monday?
Underwear, t-shirt, bottle of Pinot Grigio and Golden Girls. I've hit a new level of homosexual.
He's. Duct. Taping. His. Phone. To. The. Wall.
I walked around with red solo cups on my feet, weeds tied around my neck and a tree in my hand
I was a little curious what "unspeakable" things he could possibly do to my feet
I looked into her soul, didn't I?
You eye-fucked her soul.
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