So yesterday I was on craigslist and I saw a listing for a sofa-cum-bed. I knew what they meant...
i say over christmas we have a beer pong competition with the cousins and see who really has the best genes in the family.
Annd you probably wouldn't of fallen down the stairs if you didn't insist on taking 'finale shots'
On my way home I stopped at target and bought beer and galoshes. I am a planner.
quick, send me a pic of a fat chick eating ice cream in a bikini. no joke, no questions, just do it.
My living room is scattered with glow sticks wrappers, sparklers, face paint & beer cans?
It's not as cool looking when the drugs wear off, is it?
E drugging s springing. Ease dnt Kate. To t e. ess e I meant thou.
I'll pass on that plan. The lack of my penis in new vaginas is no where on the itinerary.
I think we can say happy hour is successful when you have frosting and southern comfort in your hair.
All I remember was you telling him there was something behind him so he would turn around and you could slide down his carpeted stairs on your belly without a shirt on. How's that carpet burn btw?
We still getting married? Or were you day drinking
On a scale of having tea with Ghandi to the apocalypse how bad of an idea is it to drink with a 100 degree fever?
You have thirteen minutes to get here if you want to get back together. Otherwise I'm getting digits from the waitress.
I just caught your son trying to perform fellatio on himself. What do I do?
Drunk twilight is the only twilight
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