Pregaming class all semester has made this final review session more like my introduction to the topic.
I think I should just go up to him and say, "before I invest time in this could I just take a look at your penis?"
This kind of poor decision making requires a real cup, not a mason jar.
Dude, it's the frankincense and myrrh soap. Smelling like baby Jesus will get you laid.
The last thing I remember is teaching our waffle house waitress to do the stanky leg and promising the grill cook we would come see him at his other job.
Our lady landlord called. Dot worry, I handled it. Drunk. Tell her it was Nate. Done. Good. Bye. Drunk.
Withdrawals are gods way of saying "you're still my bitch"
I think he's speaking German to me now
Nevermind, he's just drunk and not texting properly
That basically sounds like the worst party of my life, and I'm including my brother's World of Warcraft themed birthday party.
Not to mention I think lunch is a little inappropriate when our relationship is only based on Mario kart and alcohol so far...
I apologized to him for my lack of boobs after he felt me up
I'm trying to drink up the confidence to run in public.
All she has to do is text me and my dick gets hard. She asked how my day was going and it got hard.
I screamed "You look like a guy I've fucked!" to your brother at a party... I have some explaining to do.
I'm cuddly bitch. Deal with it.
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