before i die, we are going to oregon and playing oregon trails for real. like putting things in a hat & people will pull out whether they live or die. and they die of fun things like typhoid, dysentary, or hunting accident.
You actually went to class. Im eating dry cereal naked and watching bring it on.
He tried to make an olympic torch by lighting a corona box on top of a pool cleaner.
when we went to bed he asked me to hold his penis so he knew i was there for him
I need a therapist, but moreover we are going to be really drunk.
I wish I could but I can't. No beer pong or sex on a hammock...such an unproductive weekend
If a vagina could give out awards, you should be preparing an acceptance speech.
mhmm. we know where to go, which places have free bathrooms, how long you can be in one until its sketchy, we have this down to a science. we're like the college sophomore pregaming dream team
Also, beer. Big fan.
My liver needs the occasional pep talk and a reminder that we are two weeks into freshman year of college.
I stood in my living room with two beers in my hand asking these said beers if they were going to drink each other. I then insisted that I would drink them and chugged both. Happy Halloween.
He's still short.... And probably a douchebag. But if we ever run into him downtown I fully encourage you to take him home and have "I hate you douchebag" sex and lick every inch of that disgustingly toned chest.
I told her to not worry about it. Lone Star is an excellent first trimester beer.
World Cup Drinking Game: Take a shot every time they call a foul for something we don't understand. Gotta risk it to get the biscuit.
Remember those neighbors I thought were FBI agents? Turns out they're DEA.
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