So I have to ask... did I meet your lumberjack expectations? I mean, minus the red flannel and all.
my vag is singing 'hurts so good' by john mellencamp
I feel like this woman may give her husband a hand job mid way through dinner. just saying.
my voice of reason is faarrr too drunk for me to listen.
Puked in the hotel lobby and just kept walking. I love mardi GRAS.
and I'm sitting five inches from the tv scrunched up in a ball watching doug. It's like I'm five again...except I'm more stoned than the dude who created this show
There is a literally infinite number of spliffs going around this table.
Delicious
I feel like I'm at a sushi bar with a spliff belt.
I don't know what I would do if cheese never existed
Someone's stooooned
Too much alcohol and too many lesbians. I can officially say I have regrets now. At least that's something.
Somehow it went from suicide to pierced nipples. I think we're good.
So this whole chlamydia situation totally puts a damper on my back to school sex schedule, there's just no way of knowing who of them was the perpetrator... Time for new candidates
tried to out drink an american air force weapons loader. never again
The only thing keeping me calm right now is pretending to chop off everyone's heads when using the paper cutter
I remember that. We went to taco bell looking for pizza.
I couldn't be more proud to be a cougar. Just wondering how these twenty somethings learned how to fuck so well? Must be porn.
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