Spaghetti and Car Bombs, good idea or what will end up on the bar in a few minutes?
i just looked up and i was like omg ballsack and then i didnt know what to do
I made the bartender pinky promise me there was still vodka in my drinks.
She just ended a sentence with "and he doesn't even mind my herpes..."
Why do I feel like the only way for this trip to end is alcohol poisoning?
He looked like he was trying to woo a lady version of himself by playing goblin music on his guitar.
The guy next to me just said he wont play beer pong on principle. Im scared.
When he saw my tits he said "wow you should be proud.
I know it was your bday but bringing a airhorn and blowing it yelling "buy me a fucking shot" in the bartenders face was a little uncalled for
Once you share a nude experience with someone and three Norwegian guys, you're bound for life.
I responded with revoking his blow job privileges. Needless to say, he's learned his lesson.
Teacher vividly described one of the times he did shrooms, sat down, sighed, and told everyone to go do drugs and let us out 15 minutes into class. I love community colleges
Your life is a soap opera of great sex, cats, and booze.
I only live four blocks from the bar but when you're hammered this walk feels like the journey through Mordor.
seriously i don't trust him. he fed me a hot dog out of a crock pot and gave me moonshine dashed jager bombs.
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