I could write a book called "things that come out of my vagina"
been sitting in chapter for 25 minutes. drinking last night's franzia out of a XXX vitamin water 10 bottle. recruitment chair has no idea. life is good.
I just used a franzia box to scrape the snow off my car.
Mid thrust he tells me that we have bio together
That's cool how's he been?
He got hit in the face with a beer bottle so he has two black eyes and 13 stitches.. He hasnt changed much.
Once you realized you couldn't finish the 30 you started walking down the street and leaving a beer in everyone's mailbox
She woke up laying on my kitchen floor, ketchup bottle as her pillow, in front of my fridge.
If I don't have herpes this will be the single greatest day of my life
I'm getting flash backs of last night. They're coming in song form.
hung over. covered in somebodies makeup. and ready to drink.
We would have taken you home with us, but you were outside the bar measuring a randoms stream of piss by walking along side it... you said you were only at 32 feet and it still had a couple of grooves to hit.
He wanted to drink hypnotic from my butt crack. I need to move out this state.
I chugged that bitch with a dip in.
You somehow managed to be a man whilst drinking a Mike's Hard. I commend you.
you didnt realize it, but you puked in the bushes in front of a church and yelled "GOD IS DEAD"
All I want to do is drink an excessive amount of free alcohol bought from strange men, while taking frequent trips to the bathroom to snort an assortment of illicit drugs off dirty toilet seats. Break cannot get here quick enough...
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