All I want for christmas is my sobriety back.
We're upstairs smoking....the password is pineapple
Sorry I had passed out by this time I think, with the chicken fingers ON my face in my bed, with all the lights on, and ketchup all over.
please visit steve this weekend, he is getting mature and responsible and shit which scares me.
you have failed as an in class drinking partner.
I had very briefly met him a few years ago. My friend was tired of hearing us both complain about being horny. She figured she would fuck two birds with one stone.
When I said tequila slammers would be the death of me, I didn't intend it to be today. Oh god.
Hey mom, soo do we have a family lawyer or am I on my own for that?
I just want to like fall into a pit of hot wings beside a keg of yingling and eat my way to freedom
Maybe I'm nitpicking, but that looked more like how one would jerk off an elephant than it did playing air guitar.
Obviously last night's theme was "Let's Make Bad Life Choices"
You kept ripping all your clothes off and saying, "Let me be free!"
If you send me one more .gif of that fumble, I will make the 10 hour drive just to set you on fire.
For real his Facebook page says he studied "sexual arts" at some random college I've never heard of. You've been warned.
I need to hurry up and get over my feelings for him so next year's tipsy reunion sex won't be clouded by emotions.
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