Sorry, I have to go home and feed my nepotisms
Sorry, I can't talk, there's a herd of nepotisms headed my way
I guess what I'm trying to say is you've fucked more people than the economy.
once the tequila comes in everyone elses feelings go out the window.
after you threw up, you tried to prove you were sober by reading the ingredients off the shampoo bottles
don't get me wrong, i love how you're fun and free spirited. but there are some situations...like shooting down a bottle of sambuca standing in the shallow end topless surrounded by my friends
i've met an abundance of virgins and guys who where flip flops, i thinks there's a correlation
She just looked down there and said "i breed horses. this is better than anything ive ever seen."
Whiskey shot with bacon bits, our version of Goldschlager WE ARE TRYIN IT.
apparently we spent 30 minutes inside that big Nike store turning all of their Duke gear inside out. for some reason the employees didn't stop us.
I just found a video of you asking to be a whale with me.
It's like refusing a bong hit from michael phelps... You just can't do it
I can't tell if my bong is gender-neutral or not
If we try hard enough and believe in ourselves, we can still make it to Wendy's before they close
the awesomest thing about staying behind in our lame ass dorm room by myself during spring break: I've now nutted in 3 inconspicuous locations on your side of the room. brag to me again about how fucking awesome tahoe is you shithead. I dare you.
The hangover struggle is to real, just passed the drive thru window. Twice.
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