Probably, but last night was a special kind of drunk. It was a "let's see how drunk I can get without killing myself" drunk.
it's all fun and games until somebody pulls the tampon string..
I just used my 7th grade year book to figure out who I hooked up with last night. Being home is magical.
No, he grudge fucked my ex so I wouldn't be tempted to get back with her. He is either the worst or best friend ever.
I like that most of our conversations somehow end in us having sex for the good of our country
bringing a ziploc bag full of Jim Beam to the movies may not have been the best idea.
We followed the campus tour around in a golf cart drinking PBR and blasting "Sexual Healing."
Dude. Zebras have bad attitudes.
Why can't I live in a world where my only 2 options are rum bikini hot tub party or masturbating?
We are there now. They have a giant cock and balls with an eagles face and wings.
Going to the beach. Greeting Sandy with a blunt. Wish us luck!
i wonder if cab drivers are trained in the art of delivering girls back to their dorms on Saturday mornings. because mine was so nice that he dropped me off at the back of my building so no one would see me.
The night got interesting when the random guy next to us handed us a bottle of champagne and the rest of his ciroc bottle. When we asked why he did it, he proceeded to point at his friend who face planted the floor.
Have you forgotten that this whole sexy cop role play started with a comment about my mom?
Apparently swingers are magnetically drawn to me?
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