We walked into the bar in The Flying V formation from The Mighty Ducks. We were ready.
Don't tits with veins remind you of road maps?
no ping pong balls so we're playing beer pong with an ornament. you can't tell me that's not festive.
also. he gave me a foot massage during 69ing when i got a cramp. he's a winner.
im pretty sure this vending machine only exists when im drunk
He panicked, you ducked and I was coming off a 3 day coke binge. It was no one's shining moment.
This is why I can't have Wednesdays.... Or adult decisions.
Vodka?
Forever.
Oh! You were the one walking around cradling the bottle of Fireball all night!
No apologies necessary. Just give me sex and Pop Tarts, and we'll call it even.
The last thing I remember is him yelling from across the room "WE FINISHED THE HANDLE!"
It was 11pm.
You invented a drink at the bar and named it Boner Soup. It was like an even trashier version of a long island iced tea
You drunkenly told one of the campus security guards that you liked his headset. In return he introduced himself, lit your cig, and told us that if anyone was giving us shit to call and ask for him... Best campus security ever.
Are you still in his room?
Nope, yogged home at 8 am with one shoe on.
God, I missed his penis.
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