Well I don't think you could recreate that hangover if you tried. It was like the perfect storm of hangovers.
everyone knows he gets back in a week and after that i'm not sleeping around anymore. it's like i have a expiration date.
Yeah I think we tried to use the shower curtain as a parachute because its tied to my backpack with some string. Dont know if anyone actually attempted it though.
The liquor store manager told us to drink responsible as we checked out and we laughed to his face. Like we're buying karkov at noon, responsibility is out of the question
Im surprised putting the throwing knife "dartboard" next to the door didnt end up worse
His dad asked what he was doing so he texted his FATHER a picture of me wearing his shirt in his bed.
you were upstairs in your room looking out your window and saw him puking in your bushes outside. you then proceeded to open the window and sing Come To My Window
I've come to the conclusion that the dicks in Arizona just don't have enough size for me.
her mom went out of her way to book us a room with separate beds... her level of gay denial is in beast mode
You just gave me the title for the series of our lives. Haha. Chapter 12: the cocaine on the back of the hairbrush
He told me that after two hours of fucking he feels as though his dick wants to detach from his body and go to Mexico..
Whiskey. Because sometimes it's fun to have your hands go numb.
I think sunday funday got a little out of control. There is cheese slices and BBQ sauce all over the roof and 4 empty bottles of vodka in my room.
I don't know. Seeing the vagina stretched out beyond normal proportions is like watching your favorite superhero die.
I suppose writing him up is more professional than keying his car.
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