At what point did we cease to have vaginas?
Sometime in the sweat pants phase freshman year.
Marriage: a sacred union between one man and one woman, and another woman in Argentina.
No I remember falling down the stairs I just don't remember it hurting.
I've reached the slutty point of no return. And it feels like multiple orgasms and coke lines
Precisely. She's an awesome drinking companion; yet, not so awesome mother-in-law material.
so how does soaking flintstones gummy vitamins in vodka not make perfect sense
Dude. All those hangovers I never had came back with a vengeance. I just opened the door of this car to barf. The car was not motionless. We are on the autobahn.
Dunno yet. Probably just gonna play the s.t.d. russian roulette game with random bartenders at the beach again. Same 'ol same 'ol
And the night ended with some random dude pissing on a car in a vain attempt to find a proper bathroom. We, the drunk, salute you, sir!
Well i would have gone to the bar but Satan decided to hold his rituals in my uterus.
I think everyone, including the amish, know who you are after this weekend.
Where is everybody?
It's pretty much split between the strip club and jail.
yea so the plan to relive our college glory days was great and all but ending up in the er with alcohol poisoning was crossing the line
My friends said as soon as you walked in, I motor boated you like there was no tomorrow.
Yeah, I liked it.
I didn't think you wanted your identity stolen along with your dignity. My mistake.
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