There is something about drinking on a golf course and getting with younger women that just really makes me feel at home.
my phone is just a graveyard for last nights mistakes. at least it's giving me hints as to where i was though, i'm like carmen sandiego
We'll make it into fun. If I can make wii bowling into a drinking game, I can make studying spanish into a sex game.
Then he told me he was 40. I'm not sure if I have enough Daddy issues to go for it
I was cleaning up my drunken mess and I found my ID in a cereal box
Just spent a extra 20 minutes on the phone with the lady from unemployment talking about how to make the best brownies.
so not only am i rooming with two chicks on the volleyball team, but we just put down the deposit on a hot tub. this is going to be the best summer ever for my dick.
You were running around drunk in a Toga chasing the frat's Husky. Of course they remember you.
I think I'm allergic to vodka. Or people getting engaged. One or the other. I want to die.
Could we try to replay the decision making process whereby only you and I bought and drank a keg this weekend? Because there were some fundamental flaws!
Can you send me the pic of me puking with a quesadilla on my shoulder
Took pain meds with RumChata this morning. It's like morning milk but better
the fact that you trapped hornets in a mailing tube to put in his mailbox does not surprise me sadly.
according to the calendar even that i put in my phone last night, i'm supposed to fuck shit up at 11am today... i really hope i didn't miss something important
Where do you think black out memories go?
Into the dark abysmal abyss of the deepest, darkest part of your mind. It's obviously the bodies natural defense to protect you from witnessing the shit you do while actually blacked out.
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