Sry I called you an 8
we were both hunting dick last night. it ended terribly for both of us.
You kept running into the wall most of the night. When people asked you what you were doing you told them you were the kool-aid man and there was little kids on the other side of the wall who needed your juice
The liquor store manager told us to drink responsible as we checked out and we laughed to his face. Like we're buying karkov at noon, responsibility is out of the question
The fact that when I blacked in you were sober enough to kick me out of your roommates bed makes me question our friendship.
He gave me a trycicle he stole from a kid as an "offering" to have sex. I couldnt say no when he went through all that.
I am going to borrow your water/shock proof video camera for St. Pattys day so that if wake up next to the highway again I know why.
Ok but I hold the right to any footage of you getting slapped, puking, anything with body shots, and allowed to make a montage of it to put on youtube.
Can we discuss your tits for a sec? That melon patch sprung up over night
It is not if she takes a guy home Karaoke night. It is how many.
Clothes make me feel like a responsible adult and that's just not something I'm ready to handle.
My mom and sister were over. When my drunk roommate came home, he yelled "GOT BITCHES IN MY CONDO"
My concern for you and peanut butter is the reason I am still awake.
Why would you keep yourself in a sharting situation
To be clear you just said "I'll give you a baby" as a sext?
At least he uses his lack of impulse control for chaotic good instead of chaotic evil
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