my phone needs a breathalizer
Help. All alone. Room is. Changing colors. Dance party 2010, but without dancing.
We just made a drinking game out of our chemistry review. This might explain my chemistry grade.
I thinking of taking all of the pics of his dick that he's sent me and making a calendar.
They kept trying to slap each other but they were poring beer onto their hands first referring to it as their baby powder
He was like an artic tracker. Walked ten paces from the tree, then 15 paces from the mailbox, dug down in the snow, and pulled up the case of beer he hid from his parents out there. It tasted like ice cold success.
I woke up with no pants, someone elses shirt, but my new years crown still on. That is dedication.
If drawing me a picture of his dick in draw something is flirting then he is doing it wrong.
The blackout version of me left a ransom note to the sober self. Somebody needs to control that guy
And then we made magical love in his room under a blacklight as his roommate and girlfriend argued violently in the living room
I don't care how great the sex was, I cannot unsee what has been seen. I regret ever stalking his Facebook.
He managed to find a wheel chair and a super mario hat, now hes rolling around screaming "real life mario kart!"
You're about wine.
Yes, I'm like 90% wine at the moment
You will drink beer in a kiddie pool in your back yard but you wont bring a girl home
Just ignore the penis. It's won't bother you. I promise.
Randomize
