they started playing Don't Stop Believin' and you had a melt down because it wasnt the Glee version
I'm still reeling over the fact that you beat us all at Risk while you were flat on your ass drunk and falling asleep on South America.
Sorry I had passed out by this time I think, with the chicken fingers ON my face in my bed, with all the lights on, and ketchup all over.
I dropped my blunt out the window of a moving car by accident, tell me everything will be okay
I remember fighting the chubby dude and the bouncer put me in the full Nelson. Woke up this morning with a dislocated shoulder. We need to finish the rest of this beer though
I just showered sitting down with a sippy cup of water in there with me. It took 40 minutes. That hungover.
Apparently being drunk on a southwest flight and yelling "TURNUP" during take off is looked down upon in this state.
Btw. Being a stripper for a week without anyone knowing to pay off my school loan is no longer in my agenda.
This is the Santa Claus of hangovers. It just keeps giving.
I'm totally going to bang the cable guy tonight. I'm so pumped
I had sex with him in the back of my car in a duck onesie. I'm worth something dammit.
So, I think think I left my underwear at your house. Well...not exactly your house but your roof.
I just wanna fuck your brother. Sorry if thats a crime.
Get your dick back in here. On Saturdays, you're not allowed to leave my bed unless it's to make me bacon or coffee.
fucked one of the teachers, librarian job's going great
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