I can't remember if we talked about feelings. Fuck you Miller High Life.
My feet smell like cheese. Makes me hungry.
normally I beat off every night before I go to bed even though my little brother sleeps in the same room. So I was starting to last night, and he jumped out of bed and said "Fuck, Im not listening to this shit again" We havent talked since. fuck me
jack dropped his pants and said "bet u've never seen a dick this big." which was really sad cuz i had never actually seen one that small...you have like pinch it between ur thumb and pointer finger to give a HJ
It was as awful as eating cow testicles on fear factor and not winning and realizing you ate balls for nothing.
he asked me to put his condom on because he couldn't see without his glasses
I need to remember that good judgment goes out the window after the 7th shot and the 3rd Lady GaGa song.
we are playing family charades. my sister pointed at me. everyone guessed alcoholic.
How am I suppose to fully love you when you cant even open up and try to fulfill my midget fantasy
next photo in the 'cherished memories' series- Jess's bed. Note the vomit actually UNDER the pillows. shes a genius.
We did hand stand push-ups while beer bonging. Its now a thing
At a bar across from the city police station. I PROMISE I will do something great.
Sometimes I wish I lived alone because there would be no one to judge me if I wanted to have whiskey and popcorn for breakfast.
Hahaha perfect. Let's start stopping drinking tomorrow
DAMN HIS BEARD AND ABILITY TO USE TOOLS ON A LADDER!!
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