I feel like I am becoming dumber sitting here in class than I would be sitting on the couch smoking weed.
The only ground rules are no one is allowed to come who will say "no, that's a bad idea" or "what if we get arrested?"
we made malted milkshakes. malt as in malt liqour.
My niece just unknowingly cock blocked me. Obviously, someone won't be getting a christmas present this year.
I don't know how I feel about the stuff we got from that guy. Me and Monty are driving through town listening to static at full blast...
Listen I'm a sentimental character under all this alcohol and ratchetry
Dad stumbling and puking in the White Castle parking lot = Father's Day success
The fact that it was "anything but a cup" now explains the cowboy boots and fishbowl aftermath at the apartment.
At least your road beer policy is responsible. Well, relatively speaking.
I was gonna jerk off, but then I thought about that movie last night and it killed that idea. I have serious boner trauma.
Remember when we made out in a Chik-Fil-A drive thru?
Can't. Way too high. Forgot how to operate doors. Stuck outside.Come get me.
It's the Ides of March, motherfucker. That means we're supposed to daydrink, right?
so evidently blowing a guy does not mean he will say hi to you when he sees you in class.. in case you're ever wondering
i still cant feel my toes or walk straight...its been 2 days.
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