I don't know what you were told but i for sure didn't sleep with any one but steve's couch.
what if the hokey pokey really is what its all about?
i just got a clause named after me in the 'alcohol and drug use' section of the handbook. this is certainly a warning sign.
her name was charlotte except you kept calling her chatroulette and yelling at her to show you her boobs
thanks for carrying me to bed.. and sorry for trying to roll down the hallway to escape.
hotel security told us you walked into the hotel with blood all over your dress, weren't wearing any underwear and were escorted back by three men who were believed to be "homosexuals".
I pretty much threw up on him while he slept, I had one task today which was to wash the sheets that I threw up on and I turned them pink. I would leave me if I could
Just dont tell him. Tell him you colored your vagina for breast cancer awareness month. He will understand.
I don't know if it was his cologne or his Jesus hair, but he was much more fuckable than last time I saw him.
Now that I think about it, it may have been the 6 pitchers of beer.
You are so lucky you didn't go back to Tate's house. They decided to figure out who had the biggest balls... I was the judge
Shame?!? Shame only comes from getting naked in front of strangers and it not being awesome
He woke up, yelled "RALLY!" and then puked in my glove compartment
I got a 5 dollar bill, 1 condom, and no alcohol. I get payed on Thursday. Let's do this shit.
I woke up saran wrapped to a chair....
Wait, like drink with real Phil. Or Phil, the cat that sometimes lived in your closet in Myrtle Beach?
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