Just beat my spinning in office chair record. Almost puked. Totally worth it.
just a heads up, there may or may not be a mailbox full of the leftover beer on the table in your basement.
I'm looking at pot farms on google earth. Google should be proud I found a real purpose for it to serve.
I have no idea. Next thing I know we're all down on one knee saying the pledge of allegiance and then singing I'm Proud to be an American. Then Trevor ate pizza off the sidewalk.
I ended up with a bullet proof vest and I still don't know his last name.
Just missed the last train for another 5 hours. There are balls in or around the mouth of my life.
The trashcan full of everclear punch caught on fire...you should probably come home now.
You were captain morganning on the laundry hamper and when I walked in you slingshotted a thong at me and started peeing. This all came back to me when I picked up some jeans to wear and they smelled like piss.
Do you think casino weekend will remind us once again that we in fact are not mature enough to be this old?
I think he bit my vagina. Who does that?
You -do- realize there are other things to talk about than just how different parts of you smell like pussy, right?
I can't believe there are people our age getting engaged and I can't even find a solid coke dealer.
Theres about 23 grilled cheese sandwiches stuck to my ceiling and tomato soup all over the kitchen. You are never allowed over again. Ever.
I woke up to rachel asking "did anyone else fall out of a tree last night?"
She's celebrating a tinder-match-aversary and I'm not about that.
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