I've decided through careful research we can out drink any country folk.
Let's play a little game called "Chill the Fuck Out" - you're our first contestant
she took out her dip, threw up, and put it back in. it was like a scene from Nick and Nora's trip to the trailer park.
I'm pretty sure there's seven mailboxes in the bathtub...
and ill be dreaming of you. not in a creepy way, but in an inappropriate way
then out of nowhere we heard a voice yell "Fuck that pussy!"
frankly if you're gonna get kicked out of your place, hooking up with your gay roommate's boyfriend would be the most entertaining way to do it.
Def regretting not writing "will blow for extra credit" on my last final
I hate about 85% of people that I meet. I'm an awful person. In reality my only redeeming qualities are my face, my amazing scissoring skills and the fact that children love me.
True on all accounts.
It's pitch dark except for the glow sticks, someone turned the heat up as high as it would go and the bathroom is flooded. Also think I just stepped on someone's face.
You went streaking and came back with your shirt inside out. Then said "it happens in the line of duty" and passed out.
Well despite the fact that I'm still not entirely sure this isn't an elaborate/cunning plan to kill me, I'm in.
We're about to play the try not to vom at the president's house game...
you were angry and didn't have anything else to throw so you threw a breakfast burrito...?
Your mom has reinvented the use of a ping pong ball.
Randomize
