chicago's viagra triangle is not unlike the bermuda triangle in thatt things just get lost...... planes, ships, dignity, virginity, etc.
It was like a drunk episode of Dora the Explorer. In English.
Ok so the guy below me is either having sex very loudly or is very lonely
We folded our dollar bills into airplanes. This really makes the strippers work for it. Like air miles.
I'm going to come in a little later this morning....there's no heterosexual way to say this....$1 flip flop sale at old navy
We pinky-swore to never fuck each other again.
Operation liquormelon is in full effect. We may die tonight.
Apparently you need a permit for a flamethrower.
I accidently showed a girl my balls already today. Made me think of you.
And by "hammer out the details" you know I mean spending 20 minutes on wedding plans then getting wine drunk, right?
So the keyword here is "hammered"?
First memory of my senior year: Going into registration still drunk from last night.
I just duct taped myself into my costume. I apologize in advance if you find me in a compromised position involving duct tape and underwear when you get home tonight
That moment when you see yourself in a security camera feed and realize you forgot a bra. And pants.
Like who needs a job and family when you can get drunk for free with strippers?
when I finally convinced you to get off the floor you looked at me wild-eyed and said "the carpet was a VAST EXPANSE OF SEA"
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