I don't want to talk about it. He was like the Little Engine that couldn't get me off.
maybe tonight we can turn coloring into a drinking game
He kept singing "who's that peekin in my window" we thought he was high til we realized someone was lookin in the windows.
Or I die of a heart attack, which is the more likely/less fun scenario.
They don't exactly give out small business loans to start-up dealers
I fed him pizza in bed. I'm probably the best one night stand ever.
I just had a full choir singing the phrase pudding cup in my head. Too. Stoned.
I blew him and did charles barkley impressions at the same time. what a pro
Do you think drinking vodka, rum and sourpuss out of a water bottle, in a class that isn't even mine rude?
Good. We don't answer calls at dick thirty.
Somehow ended up home, probably had something to do with the makeshift ladder from my second story window. Now headed to church, still drunk, and still fighting back the vomit of a thousand different alcohols. Successful night.
I don't know if we can compare high school reunions anymore. The keg stands started before 7.
Sabotage it. Cum quick. Make it awkward so you don't hurt her feelings. Who says nice guys finish last?
And today, on Faces I'd Like to Sit On .... The starting line up of the German National Football team
I'm just hitting the tip of the iceberg on accents for this trip...so basically my panties are done for.
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