well. it's seven AM and i'm too high to hula hoop.
Oh the joys of strong arming a man into exclusivity
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.
We came back and there was a shotglass filled with what looks like blood. Come over soon, we're gonna try it out.
It was honestly like he was directing a porno or something. he kept telling different people to grab other people's boobs, it was all very artistic.
So puking trix and chicken wings is horrible but atleast we got free drinks for taking the trash out at the bar we are really movin up in the world
Just walked out of 7 11 still in uniform when 4 girls in bikinis in a convertable screamed "we fuck firefighters!"
Career choice validated
I LOVE DRINKING BOOZE OUT OF A FUCKING LAMP
Do what? I was just saying that at some point there's a chance I'll have a boner. Think of it like a guessing game. "Does he have one now?"
The nausea has returned and I can't handle such things to exit my body so violently
I couldn't drown my sorrows in an ocean of jack daniels. They may have scuba gear.
Like an undercooked grilled cheese that got cold again. But hairy.
And there goes my desire for sandwiches. Forever.
Friends don't brand friends with cigars. It's not how it works.
I guess the weekly d&d orgies are treating you well
He stole my heart. I stole his identity.
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