they just tried to tell me they weren't big into drugs. A) it was the 70's. B) I've seen the pictures.
you went around the entire night in your french maid costume dusting off the "cob webs" on everyone's crotch saying "you havent gotten any action in a while"
I was wondering why i got so many friend requests the next day...
I had forgotten what it was like to go to all four classes. It's exhausting.
Dave a horae rider a coqw boy
What can I say? When alcohol is my motivation, I can move mountains.
at one point he couldn't find his underwear so he put on my catsuit to go to the bathroom
I actually kinda like her but everyone else hates her, so consider it a third party grudgefuck.
Btw after this weekend the chipndales costume has a 125% success rate.
Only thing I got out of his drunken Spanish is something that sounded like "pencil sharpener." Damn rosetta stone.
I think drinking White Russians at half past four in the afternoon is perfectly acceptable. I'd bought a LOT of milk and cream that needs to be used up. Resourceful, check, fuckable, check. You have a great girlfriend here pal.
In last nights drunken stupor i apparently purchased a luxury travel package for two to Australia. So uh...get a passport and clear your schedule for next month
The Vicodin is in the strawberries.
Don't tell me I can do whatever makes me happy while also saying I have to put on pants.
Pretty sure I got pink eye from the strip club. There is also still beer cans rattling around in my shower.
They left a cherry picker with the keys in it on a college campus, what else were we supposed to do?
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