I wouldn't necessarily call it an addiction, more of a passion. I'm habitually passionate.
New pre-game routine....wal-mart bathrooms...quality beers for free...hallelujah
found your viking helmet in the parking lot this morning, its missing a horn. There was still liquor in the remaining horn. shots from a viking helmet should be mandatory.
There are Star Wars cutouts in his basement. Obi Wan Kenobe watched me give him a handjob.
After I saw you grinding on that guy with your shirt completely unbuttoned, I figured it was time for pizza.
your mom just called me and asked me why i'm not in jail with you right now.
I just want to have sex and eat oreos. and then take body shots. like everyday.
If 26 stitches didn't sober her up, nothing will.
He paid the bartender with money from the tip jar then proceeded to hit on me in front of my date. I love frat dances
There is a special place in Hell for whichever one of you put Ben Gay on my dildo. It was a very uncomfortable April 1.
That's not as bad as watching a dumb ass drunk peeing into your window fan -
I do NOT want to date a man who has no interest in going to a kangaroo farm
i love how you just walk into that dealer's house every time without knocking, yet you don't even know his name
The only good thing about the sex was that he finally cracked the spot on my back that's been hurting.
One of the worst parts about living at my parents again is trying to hide how often I'm hungover, just quietly puked in the basement bathroom while my mom got ready for work
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