Regardless of the degree, it's probably not good to relate so closely to the Steve-O documentary.
I wish we never smoked. I'm literally laying in bed opening and closing my eyes, just hoping a hot dog stand will appear in the room.
tell me how a rose bowl party involves waking up to find a raccoon in my kitchen cabinet eating my oreos the next morning?
I told them I was gay and asked them to pass the pie. I ruined pumpkin pie for grandpa.
Shared a jello shot with her mom last night. then she tucked me in and took of my shoes for me
Only you would get a date out of getting hit by a car
On the back of that comment, I've formed a theory that as a result of my brainwashing your drunk self actually believes that beards are your calling.
My dad just sent me a text reminding me to bring the family beer pong championship belt. Thanksgiving 2012 just got real
Is the party worth it?
I am drink. Beer pony and singing.
Meant to have fun, ended up giving speech about consent to guy at bar. Feminist side feels happy. Orgasms side feels confused and betrayed.
Did we really just set fireworks off in a cemetery? Or was that a dream?
I think so and I think we were sober.
I feel like I owe her child an apology or something after blowing my load on the tattoo she has of her.
At least your road beer policy is responsible. Well, relatively speaking.
I'm fucking my way through California and it's kind of fun.
Me and my dad hot boxed a hotel bathroom... That's what I call father son bonding
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