My mind said no, but my drink said yes.
Peanut Butter and turkey sandwich...this may come back to haunt me
also, you're talking to the girl for whom "deformed baby arm" wasn't quite a dealbreaker.
Their bromance is so intense that they don't even eye-fuck when they see each other....they eye-make-love.
All I did this weekend was get my life in order. I feel like I wasted my time.
Apparently I used ziplock bags to smuggle my drink out with. By pouring it in one, then cut the corner like it was an icing bag later that night. What is wrong with me?
Drinking, I should not. Got here I don't know. Still drunk, I am. At courtneys.
Nick's drunk off his ass and Kyle just Texted me and all he said was "butt pirates from space".
And then he said, "let's have sex and I'll send you home with enchiladas."
The lowest point of my life has been reached. I just drank half a jar of pasta sauce.
i feel like ive seen the light, but not in the nasty christian way. thats gross. say no to jesus, kids
You've hit rock bottom, swam around the ocean floor, and brought back silverware from the titanic.
Im riding the bus with beer in one hand and chapagne in the other. I love weddings.
I'm sorry, but the bed has won this battle. I got up, changed my shirt, combed my hair, put on some deodorant, and then looked at my bed and got back in
He's stripped out of his boxers and is dancing and slapping his dick with string cheese...I don't know whether to call for help or take a video.
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