I wouldn't necessarily call it an addiction, more of a passion. I'm habitually passionate.
I wish they made helmets for livers.
come over. we are watching hoarders and playing i spy.
the awesomeness of being snowed in wore off after we ran out of beer and we realized we really didnt want to be stuck with everyone.
drunk doesnt even begin to explain it. he said he was going to get playing cards from the lobby and came back 20 minutes later with a full set of sheets.
She went dumpster diving. Found flourescent light bulbs, carpet samples and $15. We got a bottle of Popov, played star wars and threatened random people with the carpet. Get on our level.
Who the hell poured a whole pouch of Capri Sun down my throat last night?
you were stumbling down richmond carrying a girl in a nurse costume. its not even halloween dude
He wore nothing but a Speedo and a tie to the party. It was great. Everyone was looking at him like "this kid's the best"
I'm at a bar. It's body paint Wednesday. All of the waitresses are topless. Help me
Just broke into a house and crawled through a window. Upside: getting laid.
I don't know how guys can take themselves seriously when they see themselves naked
He grabbed a pine cone off the ground and yelled "I love cigars" then tried to smoke it for ten minutes.
I thought he was hot. You know, in a “I’ve gone batshit insane and want blood for the blood god” sort of way.
You're swimming in an imaginary pool of pudding. What do you think?
Randomize
