I wouldn't necessarily call it an addiction, more of a passion. I'm habitually passionate.
well, it ended with me crying outside the strip club saying i don't want to be 21 anymoree. i'd say it was a great 21st birthday.
For some reason I knew you were going to smell like strippers and burritos when I hugged you.
So not only did team sweden fail to particpate in any drinking game but i also found puke in my viking helmet this morning.
Dude.. You paid a stripper $50 to listen to you cry last night.
in my defense, he kept drinking all of my water.
he had diabetes and you told him to stop being a pansy!
I just power smoked 3 bongs, ate hot cocoa mix before making hot cocoa, and realized James Spader's character on The Office reminds me of your mom.
Yoga may not b such a good idea for me today. My liver is obviously in cahoots with my colon to pay me back for the past 24 days of misuse . Downward dog could have catastrophic consequences.
God it's like my stomach is full of drunk bees
This bar smells like your ball sack. In a weird way I miss you.
Now everytime I sit on a toilet I think about having sex with him. Great.
My last memory of last night was being in a laundry room doing blow and admiring a washer and dryer... I think that's the earmark of old age
I have to close one eye, because I don't wanna see two movies, I only want to see one.
we have beer and we're watching the birds have sex in our yard.
Want to help me interview candidates to replace my Cub/Boy Toy when he leaves for grad school next month?
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