party is dying down. we just wrote whore in the yard with gas. Photos to come.
Well I don't think you could recreate that hangover if you tried. It was like the perfect storm of hangovers.
If there was a game called "keeping your legs shut," I would lose every time.
He spent most of his night trying to convince people that he had changed and was no longer a sleazebag...he had his nut hanging out of his pants about an hour later.
great idea involving lots of fake blood and face paint, call me tomorrow.
okay, please tell me Cammy is the one who put the picture and note on my desk saying "beat off to this homeboy"
I went by my nickname in rehab. It made it feel more like summer camp.
People who don't like drugs and guac are not people I chose to associate with
I want you more than I want a burrito.
I'm not as filling.
I mean, I've had her boob in my mouth, but is that romance?
One of the finest moments in my life was when I was puking in between my legs as I was shitting, and thought to myself "hmm this shall be called shomiting."
Homeboy just asked me to strip for him. He should not be this horny and allowed to be in Vegas with his kid.
You just wait. When you see me foam roll naked, you're going to lose your mind.
We had sex and then ordered pizza after. This relationship is looking good so far.
Someone threw up pink in the shower, there's a golf cart tipped over on the lawn and Cousin Brian is missing. What could Friday night throw at us?
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