I wouldn't necessarily call it an addiction, more of a passion. I'm habitually passionate.
just threw up into the cup of Gatorade I was hoping would settle my stomach. thanks again, alcohol.
Jager Bombs are cool, but hydrogen bombs are where it's at. Sparks and jager equals instant black out, I mistakenly tried eating a cigarette thinking it was a nacho.
You took a fire extinguisher off the wall in the hallway to play Ghostbusters.
It's called 'beer pong' not 'everclear and coke pong' for a reason...
I made a tournament bracket for the girls that Im talking with.
its so hard to text. the buttons are tickling my fingers
Crumbling up chips, putting them in salsa, eating with spoon. New level of stoner fatassery. Its so genius/delicous i'm not even ashamed
I vaguely remember trying to exfoliate my face with your leg hair. Sorry about that.
Oh we will ALWAYS be together. Or I'll have to delete my Facebook altogether. I've drunkenly boobie trapped photos of us into every album. There's no way I'd ever have the patience to go through that deletion process.
It's like hey here is one penis enjoy nothing but that for the rest of your life
Also, there's the possibility of falling 5 feet to your death to make it more exciting
In which case I will yell FIVE SECOND RULE and continue to slam you
I mean you can one up her. Instead of ruining friendships you can ruin marriages.
I'm starting to think my emotional health is declining because I was watching transformers today and legit almost started crying
It began the way the best stories do—with some naïve jackasses in a place they had no business being at.
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