I'm jammin out to some Brit Birt, she's still my bitch, I love her crazy ass
I fucking love fucking science majors-- she told me that she wanted to know if her gag reflex got better or worse with alcohol, and that her initial evidence had been inconclusive. So, next few weeks, yeah, gettin blown periodically. All I have to do is keep a log.
Happy graduation...we are now officially unemployed alcoholics!
it's great music for shaving your balls
organizing the empties. That sober.
speaking of graduation plans, i'm blacked out eating sausage
I think she was eating a cup of ramen noodles while we banged, or had a seizure
I think he's having people over to watch him get way too drunk again
I have a surprise for you
Is it drugs? I want drugs. Or a puppy!
Already at the river; already getting fucked up. And yes that semicolon is legit because those are congruent statemests
I left for five minutes and Chris wound up half in women's clothes, half naked. And the naked half was covered in shamrock stickers.
Do the molecules within bourbon change when mixed with a cola to form a superior liquid treat?
But I'll just tell people it was a bar fight... Sounds a lot better than "well I was drunk and alone and eating Special K naked in my bed"
I want sex. When is an appropriate time post funeral to ask for something like that. Like when it gets dark out?
Then you fell out of your chair, looked right at me and said, "You are sooo drunk."
Randomize
