Is your liver wearing a sombrero yet?
No...more like a life jacket.
I'm just that much of a man that I can watch Ellen and Oprah back to back and still like girls.
making an indian outfit so we can be pochohantas and john smith and fuck in the canoe on the night float
He blended the pizza with water and drank the whole thing. He is my hangover hero
All I remember is intermittent flashes of being passed out on the side of the road 3 or 4 different times. And telling him to just leave me there and I would walk home in the morning.
He sent me a picture; erect penis, cat in hand and no pants on. He got a boob pic for that one.
You looked up at me and said "I'm getting a mattress made out of this SHIT. Goodbye certa hellllllllo concrete!" then you started counting sheep
Three Architectural classes: $990.00 Architectural supplies: $300.00 Changing majors and using my architectural supplies to roll blunts: Priceless
He's balder, I'm skinnier. I win. I. Win.
I don't think meeting his drug dealers counts as a relationship landmark.
If a clean cut ginger with a flannel and tattoos shows up at the apartment, he is allowed inside.
I'm pretty sure my calc professer is on coke. He's just too excited for this to be an 8am class.
This is a hangover from hell. Delivered by the devil himself.
If I die bedazzle my coffin please.
One day I'm going to get tired of waking up and wondering where the glow sticks on the floor came from.
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