I like it. Barfy the gin-flavoured Assman
he kept farting in my kitchen and blaming it on the dog. then we went to wendy's and he spent twenty minutes in the bathroom. im pretty sure he shit his pants.
you should have known when you found out he drove a mini cooper not to hang out with him.
I served up a girl her first a2m the other day. You would have been proud.
I couldn't walk, so he carried me all the way home; and then I told him that I wasn't drunk enough to fuck him. Poor kid.
Im 95% ready to shit behind 711
Don't linger or you will get sucked into spending the night. Remember the mission mantra: GET OFF
We played alot of beer pong and ventured into the woods with tiki torches
I vaguely remember taking a yard light, holding it up like the statue of liberty, and all of us at the party chanting the national anthem. What a glorious night
You know when you get a stripper pays your bail. You got good wood.
I assume some self respect is too lofty of a gift idea
I'm usually good at keeping a straight face, but not while singing a ballad to a stranger in a bathroom.
Also my roomate used some of my condoms so she gave me her hummus. Great trade
I trusted a fart in Toronto. NEVER TRUST A FART IN TORONTO.
Hey Girl, we got home safe!
I know, I drove you
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