party is dying down. we just wrote whore in the yard with gas. Photos to come.
Sorry I had passed out by this time I think, with the chicken fingers ON my face in my bed, with all the lights on, and ketchup all over.
He's having a heart to heart coversation with the keg about what he should do with his life.
Were you really trying to feed me potato chips while I was sitting on the toilet?
Security said no more parties of this kind. To me that translates to Theme party this weekend.
No, no... it's pale and surrounded by awkward, curly, red hair. It's the Ronald McDonald of penises.
And I would just like to take the time to say my boobs look great today.
Question: would Brian be pissed if I brought his 17 year old sister as my date to the wedding?
your house isnt even gonna be on google maps after this party
My brain is like scrambled eggs. If scrambled eggs were trying to escape out of my skull through my forehead.
That's the kind of activity you can only get away with by wearing a lion codpiece
female sloths literally scream when they want sex and can be heard up to 700 meters away
i think i might be a female sloth
No like you've drunkenly persistently tried to take your shirt off in the middle of a park filled with children. You had already thrown your bra at my crotch.
Let us ponder on the good times. Ya know when the Jonas brothers were incapable of growing facial hair and I didn't fully understand what a dick looks like
Kinda hard to look your partner in the face the day after a rousing game of How Many Ways Can I Capture Your Penis.
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