so chris just stuck his hand between rachel's legs and yelled 'TROUT!' and we were like...you're wasted
Eating in charleston sc at a seafood place called "hymans". Like normal I had no problem finding it.
you hid your keys in a box of lucky charms because drunk you was apparently going to eat them for breakfast...
His drunk text included an attempt at quoting a Nyquil bottle in MLA format
In college, I had one standard. Penis. A lot has changed since then. Now I really only have one standard. Breathing.
I had to watch them play Salty Cracker. I have never seen a grown man cry with a boner before
Just living on dreams and a bed of used condoms
I am not even close to finishing violently masturbating over that video.
It's supposed to be a shit show, it's an end of the world party.
Well after the shots I danced with a homeless guy, split my toe on broken glass, and had a 20 piece mcnugget. Who says postgrad life is boring.
I woke up hugging my purse and I found a business card in my underwear. How?
As if I didn't already know that I was in the friend zone, our conversation that included the words "kiddo" and "old friend" really was a knee biter.
There is a time and place for BDSM, in-between disney sing-alongs is not one of them.
What's worse having drunken sex with hot married man or breaking the diet one week in?
Theres just something about today that says lets get drunk, dont you think?
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