We just made watching Intervention into a drinking game. We drink everytime someone does drungs.
when I woke up the last searched thing on my phone was "how to make a fireproof dress" I need to stop drinking.
Free beer happened. I got hammered and aaron did his first keg stand. Then went all martha stewart on redecorating the bathroom. I remember being at walmart
What theme did he decide on for the bathroom?
Well as you know martha loves the northeast this time of year. I believe the theme was 'coney island' decorrated with hot dogs and macaroni
She finally woke up and said, "Me- nothing, potato peeler- 1." And rolled back over.
I do have sympathy for you. It's just not going to manifest as a blow job.
Exactly. Because my vagina can't be consoled with words. It requires a thicker form of communication
Nothing says walk of shame like leather pants in daylight
Two dudes. Loud music. Dancing shirtless possibly naked. Why would I ever need cable?!
I knew when her mom came in spraying me with Febreeze telling me I smelled like shame it was going to be a rough day.
He ate me out in the forest at that park we used to hit my bong in highschool again, somehow this isn't what I pictured being 25 would be like
Starting St Patrick's Weekend, non stop flights on Pacific Whorelines to the scenic HotMessXpress. Get the cougars ready, it's gonna get weird.
I'm currently giving my drug dealer relationship advice. He's a nice guy and all but I'm really just hoping I get some free weed
If you ever "miss" working, I'm going to fist you with my hulk hands. BOTH of them.
So unmotivated today.
Who am I kidding. So unmotivated this decade.
So I ended the trip with two cold sores, poison ivy on my leg and vagina, and no alcohol or weed. WORST. 4TH. OF. JULY. EVER.
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