There was a fist fight in my basement last night at four in the morning, in case you were wondering
I have decided that a Nickelback cover band would be the pinnacle of loserdom.
you know how i said i wouldn't send that pic message of your lofted bed falling from you fucking a fat chick? that was after i sent it to your mom
yea im pretty sure it has something do with my love of forearms...
the game I always play with drunk me is can-you-button-and-unbutton things? If the answer is no, go home. Usually it's his pants
Dude, you disappeared somewhere on the walk back and shortly after we got a call from your cell phone from this guy explaining that him and his roommates woke up to the smell of burning pizza and a naked stranger on their couch.
You just squeezed a person out of you and I'm drunks at 2PM. Our lives got traded and you know it and you're jealous.
we played a my little pint drinking game. It was awesome.
If your plan is to re-bang every girl you banged in high school - you're gonna need a spread sheet and clip board.
So that advice that humming stops you from puking? Yeah no, just puked through my nose.
That's true because who the fuck doesn't love Harry Potter and beer
Me too...I'm driving to work trying to figure out if I put my pants on the right way.
He is a beautiful butterfly covered in tattoos and naked.
how goes living off caffiene and alcohol?
i may have recently shit my pants. on two separate occasions.
GOD DAMN IT I COULD HAVE HAD A MOTHERFUCKING 3 WAY LAST NIGHT. WHY BOOZE, WHY?!
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