dude chill. it wont be anything like your seventh grade birthday party.
i voted for prop eight dipshit. more weddings = more CAKE.
Apparently getting drunk, buying a guitar from your local costco and walking in to an open mic night is not the same as rocking out to guitar hero...
you were watching a documentary about sharks and wouldn't stop stroking my legs and whispering "what if they could walk?"
11am puke and rally. THIS is what I'm gonna miss about college.
she called me a fuckfaceshitdick. not that's creative. it sounds like a crayola crayon, preferrably an orange-brown shade.
I'd like to personally thank you for not letting anyone puke in any of the salad bowls this time
I think she just stepped in a piece of mac and cheese, picked it off the bottom of her foot and ate it.
Leaving ole miss girls house to go to the stripper girls house. Why did it take losing my job to start getting laid all the damn time?
So not only did team sweden fail to particpate in any drinking game but i also found puke in my viking helmet this morning.
her tits were more amazing then brown bears with armor and guns that fire bullets of Justice that destroys inequality.
Don't blame me. My vagina leads me astray.
Is it appropriate to send an apology gift to his roommates for breaking the bathroom sink during crazy sex?
He made me chicken tenders and margaritas in preparation for me to take a pregnancy test at his place later tonight. Like...seriously.
You let the ASEXUAL teach sex Ed?!
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