similar to the time we made up the game of screaming at the top of our lungs any time a guy any of us slept with walked into the party. that went over SO well.
I was so high that i was talking shit about a girl I was with via text, and I handed the phone to her so she could type the shit I was trying to say.
You were passed out on the chair and when I asked you if you were okay you looked up and said "I'm fine, I was just pretending for a picture" then passed out again.
last nights episode of shot friends brought to you by polish vodka and flamingo baseball. pickles cure hangovers.
Hes stumbling drunkenly around the streets of New York with a balloon vagina on his head. I'd say hes having a good night.
So we'll go out later for condoms and cake batter... aka grocery shopping for champions.
Running into your random closeted hookup from last night is really awkward when you have to sit next to him and his girlfriend in a 200 person class.
If she's steering anything, it's a religious boat of crazy. Destination: Iceberg.
things were going awesome until jimmy put out a cigarette in the everclear.
How does one hint at their mentee that they used to casually fuck his brother
Did we pole dance in front of my boss last night or was it just me?
quickly learned not to sleep with your roommate and work colleague in the same week
He played Harry Potter Fan Fiction videos to get me in the mood. He might be the one.
i dont believe you. i want proof. if you end up at a hospital send me a pic.
He lasted less than 30 sec. in bed and then sent me a friend request on LinkedIn. Wtf.
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