its summer. and we all know college gfs do not count in summer.
college gfs dont count ever. theyre like getting corn rows in jamaica. you feel cool at the time. then you go home and people make fun of you.
She forced me to throw up so it would "rejuvenate" me. It worked and then we took six more shots and did a keg stand. You know what I call that? Friendship.
I came downstairs to find I had missed the 3some on my kitchen floor but not the pukefest or ER trip after it. This is what happens when the voice of reason is otherwise occupied
had to bail. she had her cat tattooed on her
At one point in time, he cried and said I didn't appreciate him.
2 out of 3 people here lost their shoes. America.
You may genuinely find a use for the siphon. But the bag of human hair is less likely.
Robert just walked in drunk, grabbed my Jameson from me, told me to let him do his thing, and spilled it all over the coffee table. Then he told me to grab a funnel because he was going home.
Oh okay. That's fine. I'll buy us both dinner when you bail me out
It's a post jail date
Came so hard my ears popped. This lovely piece of news and pissin in my driveway brought to you by rum
I have aggressive nipples.
Damn him and his beautiful face and body and penis.
I couldn't figure out what was more important, finishing the shot or putting out the fire on my leg.
its Niagara falls. its like international waters. You can get away with anything there
I'll be coming off of 7 days of not drinking. No horse tranqs either. I haven't been this sober since I was in the womb
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