somehow, due in part to drug cocktail and alchl prior to meeting, i blacked out, got home, made total mess of kitchen, broke shower, and made 17 hard boiled eggs
he told my vagina that he was looking forward to meet it
no more everclear, i just stood next to the toilet and peed my pants. then went back to the party soaking wet.
Sorry I had passed out by this time I think, with the chicken fingers ON my face in my bed, with all the lights on, and ketchup all over.
i just threw up in the porta potty. i am in no condition to be guarding anyone's life rite now.
Well i have to fuck at least one of your roommates this year to keep the tradition alive.
Dude they are all farmers and I'm pretty sure there's a prostitute here.
I mostly enjoyed dancing with him because his boner was scratching my bug bites.
I'm convinced my penis is the only thing holding this relationship together.
High moment. Almost just passed the blunt to the dog.
"It's not a date, we're just spending the entire day at a concert and then getting high together." Awesome.
You have found the Promised Land of friend zones
A beef tasting is not what I needed while hungover
Human centipede...with the teletubbies. That's what my nightmare had in it.
I don't even want to know.
you wouldn't let anybody come in after ten. everybody was standing outside and you just yelled "BEING PUNCTUAL IS IMPORTANT" and slammed the door. i dont think you should be allowed to have parties anymore
it concerns me that i was already that drunk at 10
Just so were clear your wife is cut off from my dick.
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