yeah well you didnt even puke from the alcohol. we cut you off and went to huck finn's and told you that the "irish cream" coffee creamers had baileys in it, so you shot down like eight of them and puked all over the floor. it was great. we cheered you on and everything
If she didn't want me to pass out in her bathroom, then she shouldn't have such a furry rug in there
It's like my work doesn't even care about margarita mondays.
Maybe my heart is located in my vagina
After Sake bombs he tried to puke into an alluminum beer bottle and shot vomit streaks in a perfect V out the sides of his mouth and hit BOTH girls he had bought drinks for that night. He was like an Icon of Cock-blocking yourself.
My nipple rings set off the metal detector at the courthouse this morning.
Besides the whole peeing blood for a week thing, it was the best sex of my life.
spotted: something called the tunnel of opression. i feel like if we patricipated we wouldnt even be phased or we could run it better than them
God only knows how I ended up there doing crown royal shots to the titanic and insighting a bar wide shit fest when I asked the dj to play levels
I didn't ask for a picture of your soft dick.
I'm not getting off this floor. I love this floor
You're breaking my sexual little heart
I'm glad you had fun with your genitals.
I did just chug a pint glass of wine during a solid round of masterbation, so I believe I am ready for bingo.
the cop said "drunk and disorderly" like it was a bad thing
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