I can't remember if we talked about feelings. Fuck you Miller High Life.
he smells like the inside of heather mills' fake leg
you got kicked out last night because right after you said "whats up?" to us, you downed your whole vodka ton and threw it across the bar.
Want any specific kind of beer?
Yeah. Alcohol flavor.
Got it. Anything but Miller.
Just beat my spinning in office chair record. Almost puked. Totally worth it.
We aren't going to mix hockey and sex texts tonight.
I totally agree. all sexting is on hold till after the games over.
Playoffs. This shit is serious.
Well he's in a two year college so technically hes a senior. At least can we just pretend I'm not robbing the cradle.
I picked the lock on the bathroom door and sang him a song while he pooped. Why is he mad?
I swear to God, if you drunkenly correct my grammar one more time, I'm cutting you off.
I truly just stopped puking in my 730 am calculus class, looked up, corrected my professor, then resumed puking my eyes out. He was both impressed and disgusted.
She needs to go. She is like the Yoko Ono of our group.
I do feel like I owe you an apology for trying to fuck your dad last night but in my defense everyone knows I shouldn't drink tequila.
She said "I feel like I haven't reached my full potential" and I couldn't figure if she meant in life or with the weed..
I smoked my last bong as the sun rose. It was magical.
Come on in and take your pants off
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