3 st and 6 ave. One dollar pitchers. Look out world.
i wish my apartment had room service that i didn't have to pay for.
it can't be normal that my body odor smells like fries
i feel like pocahontas...the disney character not from real chance of love
Shark Week. Kick off begins Sunday. The drinking game has been upgraded to include jumping/breaching sharks and Jake's not allowed to bring the harpoon. Period.
It was beyond pathetic. You yelled her name at every blonde chick we saw hoping it would be her. Then you puked your corn dog
He called me while he was having sex and asked if I wanted to go get mcdonalds
Pre-drinking/conditioning my liver for this impending hurricane party associated with cat. 2 hurricane Irene. Be ready to roll in a weather channel minute.
we found him. outside on the balcony, sitting on a bucket, with his pants off, swearing he was'nt taking a dump
You almost set me on fire last night.
You probably deserved it.
i mean let's face it...the pregnant girl was really slowing us down.
Good. Sleepy. In the middle of a pregnancy scare. The usual.
Do they still have sex clubs in San Francisco? Because that'd be an interesting way to spend Easter.
I'm not fucking any of these fools. But if they want to buy me Olive Garden, that's their business.
Since moving to the suburbs, all I do is fuck my ex and watch cartoons. It's not so bad.
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