There was an extended period of my adolescent life where my friends and I would get high, drive around in my minivan listening exclusively to the wu tang clan, and intentionally crash into snowbanks
fml, blew my nose and red sprinkles came out and did the splits when i sneezed
I'm so hungover, I actually considered rolling down the stairs to avoid walking.
and that's how I found out my dad doesn't believe in towels... holiday magic.
drunk sex in a shower = bad idea broken arm
Its like after 6 beers, the clap doesn't scare me anymore.
it got awkward when the only couple not hooking up was just watching..
and i think wearing the clothes from last night are out of the question...was there mud wrestling there? because i look like a participated..with a cat.
We could get her a gift basket of Xanax l
"Don't bang the neighbor, don't bang the neighbor, don't bang the neighbor..." he chanted helplessly
I felt like I was selling my soul to satan but then I realized I already pawned it for drug money
To be honest. I have two poptarts in my jacket pockets. No one knows. I am pro stealth.
My vagina is very pro this idea
Ya, It's probably because whenever I close my eyes I see a kitten playing a banjo.
I just threw up in front of a bunch of parents/prospective students while they were on a campus tour..awesome..
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