We're like a lot better than the average bears
We got blackout for the alumni dinner, and then walked THROUGH the keynote speaker, managing to still say "excuse me".
I wouldn't necessarily say I'm in her pants...I'd say I'm more on the on ramp to the freeway to the long way to her pants. There really isn't a short cut.
now I know why they wanted me to come. apparently gay guys are stripper magnets
I need like a hormone stopper. Or a chastity belt. Or like a lady business alarm that goes off when I'm being too drunk.
Can't. Busy recovering from the worst pulled muscle of my life that I got either from excessively acrobatic boning or carrying a huge fucking ice luge down the street while wearing 4 inch heels
So what's going on?
We hit boys town to get stupid. I mean invading Iraq stupid.
420 is off to a bad start. Mark wake/baked WAY too much, and he has spent over $50 on the claw machine in the grocery store.
Did we do anything stupid last night besides hook up with our ex girlfriends?
Got drunk with him at an Irish pub ended up losing him for twenty minutes when I finally find him his piss drunk singing Irish folk music with a group of Irish guys and a midget
He meets the coolest people when he's drunk
Woke up with champagne in my hair and honey mustard on my hands. Strangely, I'm okau with this
I'm making myself the patron saint of bisexuality
He's literally cuddling with the washer and dryer.
I'm bringing pajamas, aspirin, morning after clothes and morning after pill
It's been a week I should not still be finding glitter in my pants.
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