similar to the time we made up the game of screaming at the top of our lungs any time a guy any of us slept with walked into the party. that went over SO well.
Wine + wine + wine + wine + bud light = puke.
No, dude. Even Jesus hates Creed.
I don't know. I was also picked up by the doormen and held over the bar so I could do an upside down shot out of a bartenders tits.
Just so you know, if you are not feeling well today it's cause you drank a gatorade bottle full of highlighter fluid.
Two questions for you. Did I throw up last night and did we get food or did I dream that..?
No you never threw up but you did force me to take you to wendy's because you wanted "beef and ketchup"
hey fuckhead. when i said not to grow shrooms in our apartment, that didn't mean "yea, sure. grow shrooms in our apartment"
I was trying to climb into what I thought was a bunk bed.. Turns out it was just a cabinet under the sink in a bathroom
Hooked up to multiple episodes of Even Stevens last night. What the fuck.
I just literally had a dance party in my closet. I've never been this blazed.
When confronted with a choice of going home or fucking the band ALWAYS FUCK THE BAND!!
All I know is that I have a black eye and an extra $200 in my wallet. Other than that, clueless.
Did my dad just see you doing a walk of shame?
Yup I waved.
i asked your drunk ass where the fuck you were going and you screamed “WENDY’S BITCH”.
You peed on a flamingo?!?
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