we sang an acapella version of barbara ann to his voicemail...i'm not drinking again until tuesday.
Woke up with a retainer in my boxers and about ten chicks passed out around me. now I feel like something out of Cinderella, trying to find whose teeth fit in the glass retainer.
if you google earth my address you can see me getting out of my car. finally my moment of being famous
I told you it's awful. It looks like he was eating honey at a barbershop and tripped.
apparently you can't crawl through the drive-thru window
They're here. One showed up as a slutty Crayola, and I think the other came as The Fat Friend.
Well Im currently dressed up as batman raiding frat houses for booze
There is a dude in a thong with a Nerf axe having battles in the street. Welcome to Portland
Well its official, I'm into significantly freakier sex than even I thought possible.
This is not 2004 anymore. It's not acceptable to get fingered while watching 'Ferngully' in a basement full of your friends.
Terrible idea I love it
i guess "never drinking again" is not an option when you invent a whole new level of drunk...
I cannot believe I am seriously having a conversation about my best friend's sexual prowess as a dream lesbian.
The cat's telling me to stop taking acid, and to start doing the lords work. I'm almost 99% sure he's talking about the dark lord.
THIS CAT'S GOING TO TURN INTO A SNAKE AND KILL ME! GET OVER HERE NOW! BRING YOUR WAND.
If you survived your 72 hour masturbation marathon put on some pants and come over. My mom dropped off a lasagna.
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