I wish I could still say I don't know that you taste like bad ice cream.
i cant remember past the part when we filled his tub with skittles.
when did my "fat clothes" just become my clothes...diet starts tomorrow
all ill say about last night is that we tried to stop you. oh and the bus you're on is going to nashville.
now I know why they wanted me to come. apparently gay guys are stripper magnets
Dude, if she brings up the lube, you know nothing
Absolutely. I could drink and smoke that memory away in a matter of years at my current rate.
The best part about passing out on the floor was the fact that when I pissed myself, I didn't piss the bed again.
The guy had great intentions when throwing us free beer off the balcony... but of course I was the one to get hit in the face because that's the kind of luck I have
Star Trek does not adequately answer all the questions that I have about alien genitals
Snaps to my Ella Fitzgerald station for such a jazzy walk of shame
I'm just now starting to feel better... I remembered sleeping on the floor. I was peeing and saw his rug and it looked so comfy
just once i'd like to actually BE there for your crazy drunk stories instead of just getting the play-by-play by people who can't remember half of it
Leaving the puke on the ceiling as a reminder.
He was laying on a lawn chair, fell off onto his stomach and asked, "where'd the stars go?" That high.
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