So I just passed a billboard for "Risque Cafe: Good food and topless women". Fuck. I love SC.
After all you put him through, I think it was only right that you saluted the bartender when you left.
I hope my sperm were as drunk as I was.
I don't even want to think what you did to boys being that drunk and horny.
Then I wouldn't suggest looking at the pictures from last night.
i found a twelve pack under my bed. and a six pack in my closet. I'm like a fucking alcoholic squirrel.
I just had to ask my dad for money to pay for my birth control. I've hit financial rock bottom.
Why do you think it's a no-pants party?
Invite says "dress to impress". Her fault for leaving it open to interpretation.
So we were having sex and his roommate walks in eating a bag of chips. Then proceeds to talk to us about his bitch of a professor.
Did he at least offer you guys chips?
When I'm famous, she'll look at her kids and go "I saw her buttcheeks beefore she was famous. I'm truly blessed."
Last thing I remember is ranting about hating pants. Woke up this morning pants less. Couldn't find them, decided to leave. Driving without pants is surprisingly liberating.
The beer shits the day after completing the World Beer Tour at Epcot are just as epic as the tour itself.
for some reason leaving your socks onmakes it less meaningful.
I'm pants less watching buffy the vampire slayer drinking rum. I'm not that hard to impress
I gotta give him props though, I've never been propositioned for sex via flash mob.
I realized today that the only things I'm guaranteed to have with me at all times are lipgloss, condoms and a USB drive. hmmm...
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