Dude sorry i couldnt seem to spell any words right in the texts i sent you last night
I felt like a fucking code breaker.
just threw up into the cup of Gatorade I was hoping would settle my stomach. thanks again, alcohol.
They should try giving mcdonalds to cancer patients because it just cured the worst hangover ive ever had
She said to bring taco sauce. Hoping that's a euphemism.
Think of it this way, instead of a puppy, we're getting a baby.
I hope you realize that its not me making that decision, but rather the combination of my genitals and sexual orientation
before the moonshine you were already braiding the bouncers beard -_-
So I'm at that stage in my life where I am stalking my stalker just to get laid
In the middle of blowing him I looked at him and said "Your so old..." and then continued. I need to stop drinking.
Dead. I am actually dead. Also, worst nightmare confirmed: throwing up in a four hundred person lecture.
He kept telling me that he didn't serve two tours in Iraq for my bitch ass to drink banana rum.
At least your nickname is not Plunge Slut and that nickname is not in a published thesis work
And somehow i feel like your expectations will turn out to be illegal in some way.
They have a shelf full of jello shots, what have i gotten myself into
Only you would try street racing in a Volvo.
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