we were holding hands throwing up into the same garbage can; if thats not true love i dont know what is .
bet u 5 dollars u can't guess were i woke up this morning
oh god.. jail?
better, on the catwalk of the auditorium
This whole foot fetish thing is getting out of control. He would rather hold my feet than me after we fuck.
So he handed us the weed then asked us if we needed any papers. And she goes "i dont know what that means, do we need to sign something?"
Definately going to wake up wondering what happened to the other half of my lip.
Plotting your own moral demise should not be this fun
If we could never, ever tell mike i pissed in his closet, that would be really really great
My Pizza Lunchables won't fit in the fridge because of all your alcohol. One of our addictions has to give.
ur roommate just sent me a pic of us fucking. i'm not coming over anymore.
It was one of those you-have-no-other-way-home-and-we-already-made-out-so-I-guess-youre-coming-home-with-me-if-you-promise-to-leave-early kind of deals.
So I almost just died there. And we need a new garage door.
You were throwing cups at people in the basement, yelling at them to get out of your swamp.
Its guy fieris flavor town of suffering™
You know you drink too much when the bartender at your favorite bar recognizes you at chipotle with your sunglasses on.
Unexpected pro of the hostel though: literally down the street from Coors Field. I could literally fart on the building in five minutes.
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