The camp director doesn't care if we drink and i'm running the rifle range. Someone is going to get sued.
I bought a dress specifically for face plant durability... this is how serious I am about my drunk status this weekend
The only requirement is that his name is Kevin... All other factors don't matter to drunk me. Drunk me likey Kevins.
The picture that pops up when I call her phone is a picture of my nipple. Just so you're forewarned.
How do we stop her downward spiral?
Wine. For us.
The fact that it neither of us came up with the reason of "it's morally and ethically wrong" speaks volumes about this relationship
this case of pbr just wont end. i keep finding more.
i turned around and there he was, right in my face. i was mid deep throat of a hot dog that i was eating with my hands and no bun. you win FSU, you win.
The medical term is prolapsed anal walls if you want to look into it with dignity.
She doesn't even give a fuck about angle. I seriously gotta start doing like penis yoga or something.
Somehow I woke up next to the bouncer who kicked us out of the bar last night...
You "drove" the computer chair around the party for a good fifteen minutes. you would crash into things, freak out, and yell for an ambulance.
I turn into such a nice and loving person when I take Vicodin
walk of shame across osu's campus on game day. i can see all the spots i threw up last night. its like my personal yellow brick road.
I have been adopted by a clan of drunken skinny dipping tourists.
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