So I have to ask... did I meet your lumberjack expectations? I mean, minus the red flannel and all.
Please don't call me names while I'm carrying your child.
you got so mad from losing a game of beerpong that you went into another room by yourself and practiced for an hour and a half.
I'd just like to inform all involved that walking into a liquor store holding a milk crate at the beginning of a night as stock ends badly
I didn't ride the struggle bus so much as drive it backwards off a cliff.
We found him in the neighbors shed using a bicycle as a blanket. We just left him there.
This is what my life has come to. Drinking champagne alone yelling at the dog because no one wants to hang out with me
We HAVE another bedroom, it's not like I was gunna chain you into the closet. Often.
Boys should be on-demand - like, once you select one, he's yours for the next 24-hours
If you're funny as hell and have a mustache, odds are I'm probably gonna fuck you
For the first time in my life, I may be the most normal person in the room.
Update: I am definitely the most normal person in this room. And the least tattooed.
Is there a polite/non-lush way to ask how alcohol ranks on their list of priorities? Because like idk how to break the ice furreal.
I wore sunglasses to take a shower. I might be hungover.
What could go wrong? i could have a mental breakdown with a bottle of champagne hand cuffed to a frat bro
He thought reverse cowgirl meant he dressed up as a cowgirl. Honestly, it was more creepy than funny
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