okay im going to go eat, shower and find underwear... call if you want.... but ill be listenig to glee VERY loudly.
that's the last time we turn jepordy into a drinking game.
We'll both be dead in approximately 72-96 hours, with you bringing your liver out of retirement again, Favre.
I've come to accept that no matter where I step in our apartment, your underwear will be there.
you kept thanking chef boyardee for having pull tab cans
Your expertise in crazy bitches is needed.
and then you looked me right in the eyes and said "i just really wanna pet some horses right now"
Well his dad was his wingman, so I had to fuck him. I didnt want his dad to think that he was doing a bad job and I was drunk enough to think he was doing a good job.
Score one for dad.
When he swipes my v card it will be comparable to my bat mitzvah. should I make sweatshirts or sweatpants?
Apparently he got pepper spray on his dick. So he's a literal fire crotch.
PS there is a naked boy in my bed and I just left for the bar...
But if you move out who will get drunk with me on the roof and yell at boys?!?
Seriously where are the good guys?
The friend zone.
It just makes sense. It's like I end a relationship, and wash myself of sin... with tequila.
He literally shouted this Viking war cry when he cam. Then as we laid there he sang me the most beautiful rendition of " When Irish Eyes are Smiling". I've never been more confused.
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