We just made watching Intervention into a drinking game. We drink everytime someone does drungs.
don't thank me. stop putting your penis in foreign objects.
miscarriage! now THATS a gift from god.
I knew he was a nice guy, because when we switched positions he flipped the mattress so I wouldn't have to lay in a pool of his sweat.
so the last visual we have of him for the next 87 weeks is him outside on the ground rolling around yelling I HATE BLOWJOBS
I woke up naked in his kitchen...His name is Mike and we're having a "what happened last night" beer.
You hopped on the counter after puking, and told us you were wearing bare feet and didn't want to be alone.
Just call Katie. She's like the drunk whisperer; she can get them to do anything.
My face feels like its stuck between a ball sack and an asshole.
BRILLIANT IDEA: In honor of summer olympics we need to start a synchronized drinking team.
BABIES FOR EVERYONE. I'd be like Oprah except with babies
Wake up we need to beat the walk of shame rush hour
Went to my bottom drawer for my stash , gone just a note says thanks sucker love dad
do you think that identical twins have the same size junk? i just want to know your opinion before i find out.
Kinda thinking about going to my moms wedding high
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