it sounded like he was fisting a can of crisco.
You were running around the house covered in syrup, with shredded down pillow feathers on your body screaming "AFLACK!" at everyone
Beer bonged 7 shots of Jameson. I title this night short stories with tragic endings.
I know it was you because you're the only person I know who gets drunk and craves soup.
Soup is delicious
Your job is getting in the way of our day drinking. Shots on the hour are not as cool alone.
I spent the whole weekend building houses out of popsicle sticks for my bowls. How was your weekend?
she's traveling up the coast with her camera and a stash of pot cookies eating food from different campuses. said she slept in a closet 2 states away last nite... of course I'm interested
He bought segways. We ride them when we get drunk. Last night he ran through the sliding glass door.
So not the biggest tits he had his cock between. He could have lied.
You said you liked how I put the cream cheese on.
I know. In fairness he did tell me to throw up out his window onto his roof so I don't think he's pissed at me but I'm still mortified by the whole situation.
Sorry you saw me having sex with your brother on the beach
A world without bacon flavored condoms is not one I want to live in.
I consider walking to the bars and dancing my exercise and I buy doubles so my drinks r heavier so that's my arm workout
Moms passed out wet and naked in a rocking chair again....
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