just heard a tri-delta girl talking about her drunken escapades last weekend...it's like the exact plotline to a hardcore porno.
I mean, there was frosting being put on a tunafish sandwich. Pretty sure she knew we were high.
He's eating a cream cheese sandwich. He's obviously distressed.
I remember sitting there at the toilet, bleeding everywhere and thinking, "I walked from my bedroom to here. What happened?"
So what do you think the policy is on vomit in rental cars? do I have to clean that up or is that part of the service I'm paying for?
I have glow sticks stuck to my boobs and a missed call from the 911. I'd say last night was a success.
Can u check his last FB check in, then come pick me up from there. Blame it on the tequila
Ok wear gym clothes just in case we feel like going shitfaced to the gym
I was trying to be quiet until started to feel like my cock was being dipped in a rainbow and then I stopped caring temporarily
No, we got so into acting out our role play characters we didn't even fuck. still sucess.
Am I really in your phone as Asshole Jesus??
I've noticed we have slowly begun to phase the "B" out of our Bromance.
In the middle of our bar crawl last night we stopped to pet dogs at a dog park. who would let a drunk person bet play with their dog???
I didn't know how wild the party was going to be until one girl brought her pet raccoon
wheres my face? and why is my pocket so big?
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