Where were you when I was single???
Still in diapers.
it went kinda like vodka, childhood memories, screaming/cursing, fist fight, tears, broken shit, passing out. in that order. tis the season.
Just bought plan B with a coupon. Told the pharmacist I like to keep it classy.
Every day you talk to me ... I literally love you more..
I love how you are more concerned with what i call my penis than the fact i wanna bone some high school chicks
The only ground rules are no one is allowed to come who will say "no, that's a bad idea" or "what if we get arrested?"
Here's a tip. Don't party with someone that needs sexual attention. Drinking and sexual attention don't mesh well in the morning. Especially over a bowl of Cheerios.
Apparently from about 3-5AM I was consoling that crying stripper about her life choices.
Well that's the thing. He does want to take me out... To a strip club. I see this going down a very bad road but you know I'm going to go.
I think my nap took me to another dimension
She throws back shots like they are NO-THING. I swear, she goes through like five straight tequila shots, does a jello shot, chases with half a hot dog, has a rum and coke, and then takes her shirt off and makes an impromptu bandage out of it for fuckin' Tim who cut himself on the flagpole. I'm going to marry her.
STOP PUTTING PICTURES OF JONAH HILL IN MY KITCHEN CABINETS!
I want to ride his face like a jet ski
I didn’t want to see that boob. I told her not to show me but she said “no, I’m going to show you”
I just spent 45 minutes and a really well-put together Power Point trying to convince her to use my dog as baby Jesus in her church's play.
In the past year, I've fucked 3 Dave's and you've fucked 2 Dave's. That's a lot of Dave's in our vaginas.
We need to start a soap opera called the Dave's of Our Lives.
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