oh god the rape fog is back!
you took out flashcards at the bar and went around asking guys what totalitarianism meant.
It's gotten to the point where even copying off yahoo answers is still way too much work.
I had to go to the front counter of the restaurant and ask for the key because I was "pretty sure my friend is passed out in the bathroom right now"
I've never had a better reason to do blow of a Pittsburgh strippers ass than to try and keep pace with my dad.
At the end of the night you handed the bartender a piece of paper with the word "VISA" written on it.
The dry cleaners wouldn't even take our clothes. That's how bad of a night it was.
Im watching him eat cream cheese and hot dog buns.
As the bouncer was escorting you out, you yelled "keep your filthy dick beaters off me!"
It's George Washington's Birthday. Can you not put on some red white and blue and get really drunk for the original Merican??
At one point I yelled "THIS IS MY PENANCE FOR EVERYTHING I'VE DONE WRONG" and started saying Hail Marys
We were cuddling in his bed and I asked him a question and followed by making a microphone with my hand and told him to speak into it. If he never talks to me again that's probably why.
Just tried to do a line with a snorkel I cut off... that is how my Aruba trip is going!
THE STRIPPER HAD A GUN JOHN!
Come as you are, bitch. Glitter and vodka provided.
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