His text read: Sex? I replied: Not drunk enough. He bought 4 more rounds and tantalized me with the offer pizza later. This could be the beginning of a beautiful relationship.
at least 'blackout me' had enough sense to take the puke covered duvet off the comforter.
Should study in library more often, procrasturbating is less of an option.
No, he grudge fucked my ex so I wouldn't be tempted to get back with her. He is either the worst or best friend ever.
Pre-game strategy: play thunder by yourself in the shower. Surprisingly, success.
maybe almost giving yourself a concussion counter acts a hangover
I ended up driving home on my birthday, he opened the door to puke on the highway, and animal balloons were flying out of the car the entire time. The people behind us got a show.
I'm pretty sure my lung is caught on my rib. And I can't feel the left side of my face. Best. Sex. Ever.
Well at one point he got ahold of my archery gear.. And I. Shit. You. Not. Sarah took an arrow to the knee.
He came over hammered at four in the morning with roses trying to get me back when my new fling opened the door he just stood there crying for 40mins even after we closed the door
Oh please not the Easy Cheese again. That was weird.
Try eating a sub blackout with your uncle. It's not easy ok
then he told me my boobs feel like "if you put mushroom soup in a baggie." I don't know how I'm supposed to feel about this.
Well yeah. But im not sure i trust the black out drunk high girl giving life advice
so he'll eat food out of a dumpster but he won't lick your ass?
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