Umm I'm too high to move.
i believe i can now do shots of gasoline with no chaser. its been that kind of summer.
A friday night jus isn't the same if the cops don't raid my dorm
Explain to me how it was that you spent the entire night playing pool with three lesbians and did not get a foursome out of it.
He did the "not my house dance." Apparently it involves spreading cereal on the floor and then grinding into the carpet in bare feet while singing "not my house" over and over and dancing.
I'm still not walking right. We need some boundaries for "drink-or-dare"...
At one point you starting double fisting oreos in your mouth confused about how you got out of the car
i'm about to rub a glazed donut on my face just so it feels like you're here
You made everyone who was on the patio sit on the floor and join your "ship" because you were the Captain. It was cool though. You let me be your 1st Mate.
Not my man #1 and if he likes it then he should put a title on it. Till then the gates of hell. Aka my vagina are open for entrance.
I'll be there in spirit. Right there in your vagina.
I need to get a job that holds me accountable for something. Otherwise I wake upon Monday wondering when the booze store opens and if I still have a boyfriend.
By this time next year I expect us to have full time jobs that we can call out of so we can day drink on beautiful days like this. Oh, and grill.
The gas station was closed so we found old PBR and played Edward Nalgene Hands instead
It's gotten to the point where waking up in my own apartment is a surprise
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