party is dying down. we just wrote whore in the yard with gas. Photos to come.
I think we should urban dictionary "drive of shame." It involves a sprint to your car in his underwear and shirt, surreptitiously trying to put on your bra on at stoplights without attracting attention from neighboring cars, and lurking in your car a block from home so you can know when your roommate leaves for work.
We all need desperate help. Maybe we should just become a group of people who walk around town and shit in peoples air vents
I'm down.
i think i gave myself a perma-hangover. or god just hates me.
I think you're the first person to ever call Louisville, KY a "romantic getaway".
I just love slightly exposed cleavage. Not too much to be whory but just enough to say "your kids will never go hungry"
This is the LAST time i'm accepting the excuse "tequila made me do it". Even tequila thinks buying all of nickelback's itunes singles is fucking retarded
I'm graduating. Then you'll never see me again.
We better fuck soon then
The vomit I understand but how is there seaweed in my bed?
Atty had lunch with DA and confirmed I am not the target of the investigation. No word on anything else
i think the title to my autobiography shall be, "a bottle of vodka and various pieces of meat"
and this is why you're my favorite gay friend.
I'll pass on that plan. The lack of my penis in new vaginas is no where on the itinerary.
You thanked me for a delicious cock and tacos...
WHAT KIND OF DEALER ONLY WORKS FRI-SUN???
Ours, apparently.
He screamed like a woman when he came then proceeded to sing "you [we] are the champion" by Queen. I think I'm in love.
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