My mind said no, but my drink said yes.
i just turned barefoot contessa into a drinking game. everytime she uses a knife butter or salt i drink.
There was a canoe full of alcohol. It was literally a boat load of fun
Its that time of week again, Bad life decision wednesday
I kinda remember trying to staple rolls of toilet paper to make a pillow, but it's blank after that.
No, the weekend was great. It was the waking up in the pond in the raft without an oar that sucked. That fucking water is cold at 7am.
Note for the future: whiskey syrup is AMAZING on 3am pancakes.
smoked some of that legal weed last night, felt like God himself legit bent me over his knee and spanked my ass. Never again..never.
DRAW HIM A PICTURE OF SOME FUCING AWESOME THING. LIKE A UNICORN OR SOME SHIT. FANTASTIC.
he pushed me in the lake knowing full well I had joints on me. that's drug-abuse!!
So you're saying you don't want to be with her anymore because she likes sex to much and is just to hot?
Well when you say it that way it makes me sound like an idiot.
You are an idiot.
I'm 2 beers deep on an empty stomach, and I just wanna say, I pride myself on my use of commas
I just started the bonfire using a tampon. Who knew they could have multiple uses?
To be clear you just said "I'll give you a baby" as a sext?
Yeah. Of all the things to be cock blocked by a plague is the most unexpected.
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