There is something about listening to Patsy Cline while pooping that makes the experience so much better.
i know we're in college but you cant booty call me at 3 in the afternoon. i dont care how drunk you are.
He's been dead since March and more people write on his wall than mine.
his facial hair looked like he just ate out someone's ass
The only thing worse than cracking my rib on a slip and slide was having the doctors laugh when they found out in my medical history that I did this exact same thing last summer.
Annd you probably wouldn't of fallen down the stairs if you didn't insist on taking 'finale shots'
All I remember was endless tequila and pulling karate moves from 3 Ninjas Kick Back towards the guy at 7 Eleven. Explanation?
He used the expression "my couch is your couch" as a come on line.
It's 3:30pm, I've been out of bed for an hour and spent most of that barfing. We're switching to beer next debate.
From the same High Brittany who brought you such thoughts as, "Fuck, am I wearing shoes?" Comes High Brittany on a date! Stay tuned. This will be interesting.
I think we did. All i know my pants smell like pong water due to the bathroom extravagansa. God I feel like a whore.
I think you're my mermaid sister. Separated at birth, by sea.
your life is not complete until you watch a gaggle of murderous clowns dance to gangnam style.
also, what is the correct term for a shit ton of clowns?
My drug dealer bought me a book for Christmas. What a gentleman.
he was Irish, I had to have sex with him.
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