Conclusion from last night: Sometimes being classy isn't as fun as making out with a guy on a pooltable in a bar. Happy birthday, Canada.
I told him that he is like a snow storm I never know when he is coming, how many inches I will get, or how long it will last
she was sobbing drunk in the backseat about her dead cat and how the guy in the front seat didn't want to hook up with her
I just want him to slap me with his dick and call it love
Fortunately for myself I'm twice as smart and half as drunk as everyone else. All things considered I'm leaving here three-to-five times richer than when I arrived.
How big of a disservice to the economy would we be doing if we didn't drink every day holiday break?
We were debating whether you had hooked up with him. I was right for the record.
He told me how it ended, then I blew him.
So he ruined the best cinematic experience of your life and you REWARDED him??
I woke up with a dread of barbecue sauce in my hair. Drunk munchies makes me a disgusting person.
i definitely signed you up to receive text message notifications from a jukebox last night. Not even sorry.
I'm trying to watch Chicago PD and tell you I like your dick at the same time. It's a lot of work, ok?
using my tits for other peoples nudes hit me up business in the making
fuck sobriety. I want to wake up tomorrow in a park or some shit.
I'm eating chicken wings naked and hungover at 10am... Happy bday to me
If by science you mean beer then YES!!!!
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