We video chatted for almost two hours. But I woke up with puke on my keyboard. The question of the day: were we still chatting when I vommed? No idea.
Sharpest. Poop. Ever.
You were playing beer pong by yourself. Finally someone took the ball and threw it into the bonfire. You sat by it, cried, and contemplated how to get it out. For 45 minutes.
I spent my night drunkenly staring at a picture of John Stamos. How do you think I feel?
We've shared an experience, my friend. I, too, have talked on the phone with a parent while giving a handjob
Your expertise in crazy bitches is needed.
Somewhere between yelling how am I gonna make it to my flight and more titie shots I stopped caring
Was it fun? The night started with home made Jager and ended in him falling out of a tree with a pocket full of house numbers...you tell me.
Vodka and tater tots have managed to satisfy me more than most of the guys I've slept with.
bought even stevens on dvd and enough weed and pizza bagels to last us a week.. ready to get snowed in?
I was gonna turn him down, but he correctly identified a song from Pocahontas.
I smoked my last bong as the sun rose. It was magical.
Last night was a whirlwind of vodka - induced emotion
Note to self: never fuck a Canadian, surprisingly highly disappointing
Is it unhealthy for me to do shots of pinnacle by myself in my apartment right now? Asking for a friend
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