similar to the time we made up the game of screaming at the top of our lungs any time a guy any of us slept with walked into the party. that went over SO well.
i woke up convinced that my room was backwards i tried to go into the closet to get outta my room
Trying to find something to do here is like trying to find a vegan resturant in alabama.
We're going to play a drinking game. It's called "Senior Year of College."
At what point did we agree that playing bocchi ball on the way to the liquor store was a good idea?
Whatever. It was high school. Back then I'd blow anyone who had enough room between their chest and their steering wheel for my head to fit.
i just saw you make out with a girl with facial hair...just thought i would document that in case you forgot
he's drinking beer at home in his underwear tonight and if you want to come over the dresscode is underwear only. And you have to bring beer.
You have to figure out where to put this turtle dude
I'm on the struggle bus
just ordered a number 1 at a fast food restaurant that doesn't have numbers
started my period, we have to try again next week
if we have anymore sex before that my dick is gonna fall off. that is in no way a complaint
Does being an adult mean drunkenly signing for your tax return from a foreign country? If so, I've reached adulthood.
You just want me for my pizza coupons and my penis.
Im covered in coffee vomit and urine and none of which are mine
Well. Another one of my exes came out of the closet.
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