ohhhh fuckk. chicks a dude.
I don't even want to think what you did to boys being that drunk and horny.
Then I wouldn't suggest looking at the pictures from last night.
Home. Barefoot. Drunk. Crying. Puked. Brushed teeth. Washed face. Dying. Need Cuddle.
Just spiked the bong with a ludens cough drop with hopes it soothes my throat after i rip it.
it was like a congratulatory penis slap
let's remember the whole point of NYE: to drink antisocial amounts of antisocial drinks, become incoherent, ruin a carpet, talk to a tree, wake up with head sellotaped to toilet. The where/how is superfluous, my vote goes to a cupboard and a bottle of jaeger Questions?
I guess I was trying to make a cheese sandwich, I had to change my sheets cuz I slept on it and the cheese melted all over me, Dave, and my bed
I'm starting to think you fell asleep on your kitchen floor pantless with salsa spilt around you
Well Apparently I went to piss out my window last night, woulda been ok if I opened the window or the blinds.
Also.. The Hobbit does not look like a cartoon. We were just too fucking high.
"DO YOU LIKE FLYING KITES" WORKED AS A PICKUP LINE. SUCK IT.
I saw a groundgog last night outside my back door. I now have a new wedding gift idea.
I'm gonna eat more dunkaroos to cope with what's in my vagina.
We were mid fuck, and he did a Kermit the Frog impression. Is it weird that I was strangely turned on?
sex on a bike is impossible
challenge accepted
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