Omg I def was not. I wasn't that drunk. I showed that I stuff my bra but I didn't whip my tit out.
The hookah bar is playing i'm on a boat. I believe in god again.
So one buddy got tackled at the urinals by national guard members and was arrested. Another had sex in a port o potty with possibly the drunkest girl I've ever encountered. The rest of us blacked out and won a few bets. So yes, the derby did meet our expectations.
After all you put him through, I think it was only right that you saluted the bartender when you left.
Dude you should see the looks were getting for ordering a pitcher of beer with breakfast.
He just kept pointing to each of us saying "arrested, arrested, arrested"
He got tattooed, peirced, and we're pretty sure he got rufeed by that fat chick. He was like a walking spring break stereotype.
I smell like I just crawled out of a bottle of champagne and landed on the floor of taco bueno.
Passed out on the bench in the men's bathroom. Feel much better now.
Important update! My next door neighbours have a canoe. Repeat: THEY HAVE A CANOE! We are having sex in it before this summer is over.
He won't let me go to the bars unless I can manage to get flip flops on.
Sounds like he's doing this for your own good...
Dude, if I don't end up wearing a banana suit in Milwaukee, I will consider that trip a complete failure.
FUCK YOU AND YOUR WEAK ASS EYEBROWS
So apparently, after 11 beers, 2 pitchers of sangria and 3 rhum & cokes, the idea of popping a load of MD and jumping on the trampoline, in the woods, in my underwear was the best one ever.
The only thing good about being back at work is the lunch time hand jobs from the MILF
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