So I was just looking through the calendar on my phone seeing what day new years was on & on dec 31st at 9am it says "nude champagne toast". Guess we have to do it.
Even my psychiatrist thinks I should fuck the married guy.
Just had a random flashback of you tickling some guy's nipple with your claw ring, and then him moaning and stripping in the middle of the bar. You give good memories.
Dude, you bit through my nipple. Give it a week, damn.
All i remember about last night is holding a bottle of bacardi and screaming challenge accepted!
dude he passed out in the strip club on his birthday, WHILE he was getting a lap dance. That drunk.
You bought champagne and told everyone it was because I'd just found out I was pregnant. How exactly is that being a good wingman?
We would be rich. And the whole world would be stoned.
The packers need to win more often, Andrew keeps drunk calling me and confessing his undying love for me in between puking and taking more shots.
You just kept screaming "PLEASE YELL CORNDOG AT HIM. PLEASE. CORNDOG."
Your level of morning after guilt is too much right now. Do less.
He smells like ham and a lifetime of poor choices
Working nightshift means its never too early to start drinking- and you can quote me on that
He goes "what would you say if I told you I like to get it in?" def a potential soulmate right there.
Have you considered murder?
Other than my credit score and this bowl of oatmeal, not really. It's very messy
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