Maybe you should go over there and lead him on and reach down his pants like he's about to get some and yank his balls.
That's the best idea I've heard all day.
I would invite you but we are high and there is an AK-47. Not your scene.
For future reference, even the most well-intentioned game of whiskey pong is a terrible idea.
Im beginning to think that if I ever write an autobiography it will have to be mostly fill in the blank.
Hardly remember what he looks like and the man has seen me passed out spread eagle. I begin this journey with such a disadvantage.
I woke up smelling like the ciroc you tried pouring into my mouth last night. I think my clothes are still soaked
Oh my god what did I do. My hands are scraped, there are pickles on the floor, my clothes are wet, and I don't remember how I get here. Thank you.
when was she peeing in the stairwell? why dont i remember this?
....because generally we only remember 40% of the night each, and have to fill eachother in. And that still leaves 20% that we will never know and its probably for the best
Last time we had a party like that I woke up naked on the pool table with a chalk outline around me and a empty bottle of jager duct taped to my hand.
Yea. I'm excited about this party too
brushed my teeth nine times since getting home, still afraid there are pubes hiding in between my molars. fucking gummy bears
if i do community service solely to impress a guy, everyone wins, right?
except your soul
I just wanna get high and take a fucking awesome nap. Those are my goals for the week.
I've decided to become a librarian so I can drunkenly quote The Mummy and have it be legit.
Thus began an intricate shell game of nude cardigan photos
He showed up soaking wet with a flashlight and a ping pong ball. I couldn't say no
Well we've always known you have a weakness for guys with balls in their hands
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