WOAH SHIT! That wasn't my girlfriend last night.
only if we run a train.
done.
I don't understand why we need a holiday to become more aware of boobs...
I woke up under a table, with a huge Mexican sombrero, a box of 120 doughnuts and a bloody nose. It all screams success.
Typcal friday morning so far. Puke, shower, commute/puke, coffee, puke, coffee, bagel, good to go. Lunch today?
its so sad we are done celebrating 21st bdays everytime one of us turned 21 everyone else got laid
Welcome to drink and talk like a Russian afternoon.
Pirate drinking day will be planned for shortly
I approve this so hard.
I just looked at your pics on Facebook....there was cake? Where the fuck was I!?
And then I cried about the Cubs for a half hour. If my dignity hadn't already been lost by that point in the night, it sure as hell was then.
But for real, I had the best sex of my life on that bunk bed
It all started with sending him a text about Spongebob. It escalated from there.
FUCK IM ABOUT TO GET A DICK PIC IN THE LIBRARY
No one with a hairstyle like that is allowed to insult anyone for anything
After last night I am convinced that you are the human embodiment of alcoholism and bad decisions.
Are you still passed out in my back seat, or do I need to come find you?
Randomize
