I'd do that. But we would need storm trooper helmets.
so I have this game called 14 beers left. and we both have to drink 7 before we leave
I just stepped on my own foot and apologized to my shoe... THAT high.
I mean, I don't even call it a hangover anymore. It's just morning.
well i did drunkenly flip his snowmobile going 90, so i can kind of see why hes mad
dude. i just ate tomato soup with a funnel. we're out of spoon-straws.
I cannot for the life of me remember why I am holding this rabbit.
She just started grabbing all the hospital's rubber gloves and face masks and shoving them in her purse, saying, "My tax money paid for these!"
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Last time we had a party like that I woke up naked on the pool table with a chalk outline around me and a empty bottle of jager duct taped to my hand.
Yea. I'm excited about this party too
I'm thinking about slathering myself with peanut butter and going to the dog park. What's the worst that could happen?
I have a breathe right strip stuck to my forehead, several inexplicable bruises and I think someone tried to paint my nails with glue, but I still have my Santa hat. I'm gonna call this one a success.
Correction: *I* watched JoJo's Bizarre adventure while he snored asleep on me cock still fully inside me.
I wanna stuff your vagina full of Reese's peanut butter hearts and eat you clean
It's to the point where if a guy can so much as find my clit, I'll consider him amazing in bed
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