3 st and 6 ave. One dollar pitchers. Look out world.
it felt like the flash was giving me a handjob
For future reference, even the most well-intentioned game of whiskey pong is a terrible idea.
My therapist told me it was ok for me to "take risks" now. Cue the hookers and blow.
were trying to schedule when i can give him head in between classes.
For future references, orgasms clear sinuses.
Its what jesus would do if there were bud light in his time. I feel obligated.
I need a second opinion on who's blood is in my car.
Apparently last night drunk me put my phone in a cup of beer to make it "fun scented".
I don't even want to go. i just want to be a hermit and live in a cave with an elephant that pisses vodka
Here's the level of my committment: I'm not participating in the Olympic opening ceremonies drinking game. THIS IS SERIOUS.
It's not that I'm in love with her, so much as I would love to be her lesbian experience.
Also the fuck cup must be buried with me
I really want some funfetti cake but I feel like its more socially acceptable to go out and drink
I think I'm more excited for Santa to come now that I made a drinking game out of it
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