Raging hang over. 6AM finish. Shat on a bag of trash in an alley. D L that last bit.
Hands down the best time I've ever had barfing.
i just uploaded three hundred pictures and you had your shirt off in two hundred and ninety of them
the remaining ten - you weren't in
at the resort hottubing with french twins, who brought champange. this should be a postcard.
I fucked him in the bathroom at Cedar Point. if it hadn't been for me already combining my two favorite things in the world the whole bathroom thing would have been a little disgusting.
what is it with giant penises always finding me
Not enough. Tell the person next to you to give you their drink. I give you permission. And then chug it. Be a hero tonight.
It was worse than that time I did shots of BBQ sauce and pierced my own ear with a thumbtack
Between the walk of shame, bar fight, karaoke, injuries, number of bar check-ins, and variety/quantity of alcohols and Advil consumed, I'd say HookerFest 2012 was a raging success.
What if I told you that I had 160 ounces of cheap malt liquor in my backpack? Espn films 40 for 40s presents: Edward 40 hands. Our room. 11PM/10 central
'lets look at pictures of your friend's new baby' was probably the worst post-sex idea we've ever had
I have got to stop taking so many uppers and downers simultaneously. My life is a Dali painting.
Whiskey chased with ice cubes? Here's a big FUCK THAT to that
The moral of the story is this:the last shot of the night is always a mistake
Sex. Target parking lot. I really am the mayor.
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