My t9 writes chubies instead of bitches.
either way. win, win.
I love that we get drink and call each other crying. It's kind of our thing.
I'm still reeling over the fact that you beat us all at Risk while you were flat on your ass drunk and falling asleep on South America.
idk if you're aware of this...but we could potentially have the greatest hate sex...ever.
we weren't quite sure what was on that mirror, so we snorted it and hoped for the best
Of course my walk of shame coincided with the alumni marathon on campus. But, I did get a thumbs up from the woman handing out water.
what the fuck is a social media consultant, who does she consult for, and how bad is she at it? her facebook account is currently hacked and posting ads for the ipad 2 on my newsfeed
You misunderstood me....i wasnt asking and it is not negotiable
You're making this sound more like a hostage situation than a booty call.
He counted every piece of macaroni in the box and then faceplanted into the bowl
Tonights drinking will be celebratory and victorious. Picture the end of The Mighty Ducks set to beer.
It sounds like drunken magic sprinkled w narcotics
You "drove" the computer chair around the party for a good fifteen minutes. you would crash into things, freak out, and yell for an ambulance.
By the way I can not feel my vagina. It's like it's asleep. What the hell did you do?
Pregaming at Jodi's. Ten minutes
Thought it was at Brad's?
Pregaming the pregame. Need alcohol before I can see that dick.
my mom tells me this morning that i was blasting teach me how to dougie at 2 am last night and refused to leave her room until she dougied with me
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