Tonight we are playing Scuba-Keg. Getting keg now. I'll explain when i get home.
i don't care how ready and willing she is. she is where penises go to die
I returned her cell phone that I found in the bathroom, I felt the stretcher and the ambulance was enough of a learning experience.
We should live in a duplex and just hook up with randoms for the rest of forever and be animal hoarders.
Please stop leaving drunk voicemails with your new black/Irish accent.
Can I get a "hallelujah" for railing my pastors daughter last night?
He smashed a plastic chair leg on a tree stump, threw himself into the side of our metal enclosure, stomped on the wreckage for a bit and then punched the fire.
Found her with a stray dog now called champagne, crying about how she feels a mom now. Had to take her home. The dog too.
no one was sober enough to set up jenga so we just threw the pieces at the last person to drink
Ok spinning in the opposite direction thatg the room was spinning was the worst advice ever
Almost to my house to grab beer. And pants.
i may or may not be making depth charges with cough syrup. i'll call you if i survive.
Only I could turn my one night stands into class essays. Go me.
He stuck a cigarette in my butt last night. There is no coming back from that.
All I can taste is Pickle Juice and Cocaine.
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