if any two of us come back from the bar and aren't getting laid we will systematically destroy everything in the kitchen
why is it impossible to run with a back pack without looking like a giant d-bag?
haha... you gave me a great visual of you in high white socks running with a backpack with eye of the tiger playing in the background
that only happened once.
i can't remember the last friday i didn't spend in the foetal position
sorry i couldnt make it to your birthday last night. i admit i chose being a whore over you.
It's because you were crossfaded. And because drinks were 3 dollars. And because they accepted credit cards.
Apparently I blacked out and pissed all over the sliding glass door from the inside, as everyone watched from the outside helplessly....
This honesty session brought to you by jagermeister inc.
I guess our biggest consolation is that we haven't woken up in a hottub with a dead dude. Yet.
Sidenote: do you recall your "give me the d" chant
I vaguely remember seeing that couple making out in front of that store and i yelled "I ALSO LOVE THE ROCKY MOUNTAIN SOAP COMPANY!"
it is shots o' clock and I am never late
I'm so proud of us for not dying.
The part where he comes over and ignores you isn't what makes me mad about that story... It's the fact that he ate your tacos, AND THEN proceeded to ignore you. That's cold hearted.
well we started off by chasing vodka with chocolate milk and ended up trying to befriend a crippled raccoon so that should tell you how our night went
I broke my dick don't ask me how I need help putting in a catheter so I can piss.
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