This is the prime rib incident all over again
get over here now. the boys are doing shots of everclear, chasing with monster, and some dude jsut walked in with a backpack full of tattoo gear.
You were yelling at the bowl of salad and telling it to quit taunting you and telling you to go to tacobell
Picture this: me driving down 183 throwing up into a towel. I just hit rock bottom.
When you hit the 45 minute mark of any argument about The Flintstones, you have to realize: it's no longer you arguing, it's the cocaine arguing.
You just said we could build a blanket and pillow "fuck fort." Of course I'm never leaving you.
Do I need to take a photo of my sister's enlarged and disgustingly dark nipples to scare you into protection? DO I?
I did a hand stand against the glass wall at Ziggy's with no panties on and got 3 phone numbers. Thank God I shaved this morning...
Maybe you need to change your pickup move. The "hey check these out" titty flash gets you the wrong kinda man.
Will it make you feel better if we wear the title of dysfunctional fucking roommates? It requires monogamy unless we want to bang someone together.
I got your flops too. But yeah you rolled off your raft a bunch of times so we had to ask the white trash squad to help you back on. You bit one of them
why are there 3 differently sized panties on our kitchen counter?
Right now you and beer are my only friends.
Maybe why that's why I'm perpetually single... I can't find a guy with bigger balls than mine.
Last night was great... In the "I got videotaped making out and getting a handjob on the couch in front of 100 people." kinda way.
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