yeah it was kind of like, i'm 27 and still live in a frat house.. you honestly expect me to have "moral fiber" and a "conscience"
Grab the Coors Light. Its time to get NASCAR drunk
I remember sitting there at the toilet, bleeding everywhere and thinking, "I walked from my bedroom to here. What happened?"
Just a heads up, the coffee pot is filled with Jager.
I think my goal for this black wed is to not scream at an off duty state cop in a bar after trying to flirt with him. No need to make that an annual tradition
I barely remember the girls that I got pregnant, you think I'm gunna remember the ones that played handball
You pretty much isn't said it
Those words don't go together.
Shes 18 and still has a curfew. it was great. didnt have to worry about her still being here in the morning.
I was just doing the math on how much beer we need for the houseboat. in doing so, I came to the conclusion that we need to open a beer distributor business.
I have already put on my inside pants.
Worst case: you're extra horny, have no control of your mouth or actions, and maybe murder someone. Child's play.
yeah, i thought because of the nature of his job he would have been better at it, but i guess there's a difference between a bagpipe and vagina
If ur gunna go fuck a guy that's in the baseball hall of fame do you need to shave your legs? I'm so lazy
This time tomorrow I will be drunk and in a voodoo shop
I mean, who hasn’t been fingered in there back of an Uber?
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