We just made watching Intervention into a drinking game. We drink everytime someone does drungs.
apparently the officer said last night, "son, why don't you do yourself a favor and spread your legs so you don't keep vomiting on them". why can't I remember those nights?!
First lesson of the year: don't close the bar on mondays
When the tupperware hit the highway it was like a vomit bomb
scratched cornea got me an eyepatch and a blowjob from a girl with a thing for pirates
i'm traumatized. his orgasm face consisted of him looking like my dead grandfather and burping.
Its okay I walked into your house, searched for my wallet in your purse, and took a shot of Tequilia all without eye contact, right?
Remind me tomorrow that I was taking shots of burnetts in the subway line while placing my order
We had fun with our Indiana Jones role-playing until I whipped myself in the dick with my belt.
I fucked a guy that's in Sports illustrated. I'm officially ready for college.
My underwear are in the stairs so apparently I did take the dog out.
It's whatever. I just want to see his dick again
The night went downhill when he took his pants off at our table and walked up to women saying "Special delivery"
So I'm getting really old. I feel asleep for a booty call that I initiated. The struggle is real.
Some days you ride the struggle bus. Other days, it gets a flat, the AC breaks, and you run over a bunny.
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