I totally ignored my nose and drank sour milk this morning. The tupid carton said 4/22/09. i puked everywhere..
let's makeout let's makeout let's make out let's make out
imagine playing with puppies while we're drunk.
Like... we could film it and put like, "do you believe in magic" as the backround song and it would be complete joy.
So I gave him a handjob and now we aren't friends anymore
You're at Notre Dame. What did you expect?
woke up on the kitchen floor in the recovery position. at least drunk me remembered sober me's emt training
I wish I could sell my textbooks directly to my drug dealer and cut out the middle man
they're like a gay fantastic four
Stripperoke is exactly what it sounds...
12 trash cans filled with water. Beer cans floating in each, 12 ft apart. Dodgeball. Ultimate beer pong.
Rules. We have to wear superhero outfits
i think my love is proven by the fact that i still want to have sex with you after this conversation
Of course drinkings involved. They don't call it alcoholism because we eat too many skittles.
The last thing I remember is crying and shaking my head as she was putting salt on my hand. I guess I took the shot
You can't say "my boobs are wonderful" and not expect my drunken subconscious to focus on wanting to see them. Btw-can I see them?
she crawled a good forty meters just to whisper in my ear... "dildon't"
They're doing CPR to someone in the middle of Victoria's Secret. Way to block the undies, damnit!
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