yeah well you didnt even puke from the alcohol. we cut you off and went to huck finn's and told you that the "irish cream" coffee creamers had baileys in it, so you shot down like eight of them and puked all over the floor. it was great. we cheered you on and everything
I woke up this morning with gum gluing my ass cheeks together..
I can't decide if I actually want to know or not..
I managed to throw up 90 feet under water, just removed my breathing tube, puked, put it back in. All inclusive is the way to go.
you went around grabbing cigarettes out of peoples mouths and claiming you were curing cancer.
All I remember is holding on to the elevator asking it politely to stop spinning
Apparently I promised a worker at La Siesta free English lessons to make up for vomming all over the little Mariachi band.
the moment we started interpretive dancing last night wouldve been a good time to stop drinking.
slow down on the beer.. we don't need another pentabong projectile hot dog incident
So I just told the bartender I would go down on her. You need to get here
I wish we could skip the pretense of being normal and just start drinking wine with breakfast
A total of 95 cents was stuck to my ass the next morning.
My mom just told me the story of how she met my dad through prison. How was your saturday?
I'm permanently fucked. Every liquid I put into my mouth automatically tastes like fireball.
Excuse me while I gouge out my eyes.
In which case my work here is done.
It's official cum is not a great leave in conditioner
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