I may be a little high but I'm pretty sure my alphabet soup has only Os in it
We call that spaghetti Os
this whole plan B standoff thing with her is really starting to make me nervous
that wasn't rum that I poured down your throat while you were sleeping
the party has pretty much ended, it's just 20ish of us jumping and grinding to music from some guy's phone in the corner.
I miss the time when Mondays weren't the new Thursdays. I can't drink like my 17 year old self anymore.
Also I legit had a girl at my bar crying tonight saying to her friend "why did he have to take his top off ?"
I feel like I was eaten by a coyote, then shit over a cliff...
Can we just discuss how hundreds of miles away we were both beyond drunk and in some boys bed. That is the definition of friendship.
If your find a 12 pack on your doorstep consider it a gentleman's agreement to never speak of that night again
I get a little bitchy. We all know that
You keep talking about hotdogs and yelling "COME ON DOWN, LET ME SEE WHAT YOU'RE WEARING"
BRING KITTENS I AM A GENIUS
You were in no condition to manage a 3-way.
But like, I don't remember getting hit with the door... I just come out from peeing and there was blood running down my face.
she just punched him in the balls in front of everyone and yelled "YOU SEE WHAT YOU MADE ME DO"
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