I just saw Ann slam dunk her puke bag into a trash can on Avenue A. You ladies might want to consider putting the Patron shots down and going home.
I wonder if you could grow some weed in a chia pet
I've come to accept that no matter where I step in our apartment, your underwear will be there.
He gets you donuts, dinner, and booze consistently, who cares if he's cheating
False alarm I know hes alive because when i tried shaking him awake he pissed his pants and rolled over..
Of course it was necessary for me to call the strip club and ask what their shower policy is. Smelled like she was wiping her ass with my eyebrows during that dollar dance.
He put up a Facebook album attempting to sell off their Harvard furniture. Items for sale include: his friend, a broken lamp, an item described as a 'carpet and/or sleeping bag', a pair of paint stained cargo pants, size 'Tyler', and a self proclaimed $3 bottle of wine, which he is offering for $2
Good. We don't answer calls at dick thirty.
It's official. Those are now your come fuck me flipflops
$1 drinks and Playboy theme. I am never leaving this place
Imagine Arby's curly fries spiraled around a dick
got a free grilled cheese. Didn't even have to talk about Jesus
i woke up on someones kitchen floor, and i used the gps in my phone to find my way home. im really glad you forgot about me.
we tried to make a drinking game out of 4 pokemon cards you found in a drawer.
I met up with trey last night. He whispered in my ear "I love you" then raised his voice and said "but not in a I want to marry you kind of way, but if you died I would cry."
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