so pretty much your parents know your seeing a girl on the side, let her come over and just dont say anything to your girlfriend?
i really thought "pants-shitting drunk" was an unreachable level until last night
In my 8 am class there was a pack of birth control on the board with a note saying, "Some dude somewhere is unhappy."
My dad just called from upstairs on the house phone to tell me to bring him a beer. You tell me how I am.
This from the guy I found eating salad out of a pot lid in his boxers on his porch last night.
Dude it started out with let's find some food and ended up with me getting a needle in the face
I'm the brains and you're the boobs of this operation.
Two things: Why did I wake up in a pool of blood? And am I still invited to the wedding?
No idea. And yes be here at 4
I actually want to work out for some reason... I think it's my brains way of telling me it doesn't like living in a fat body.
I puked up my nose. THAT kind of night
I Pavlov-trained him by smacking him in the nuts anytime I caught him looking at another girl in public. To this day, he's afraid to break eye contact with me in a restaurant if a tall busty blonde walks in.
Almost to my house to grab beer. And pants.
he looks like the poster child for myspace how the hell does he have other hoes?
What's the plan?
Not sure. I think I'll take a dump on his windshield.
While she was pissing on the neighbors shrubs, they threatened to call the cops...she mumbled 'don't threaten me with a good time", so to answer your question, yes she was drunk.
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