i voted for prop eight dipshit. more weddings = more CAKE.
chasing shots of tequilla with sun chips. its doable but not recommended
we're at Rob's house and just invented the best drinking game ever....we are on Chatroulette and everytime we see a dick we all have to drink.
I woke up with a crunchy, pink Pepto streak through my hair, no recollection of the last 6 hours of my night and the feeling that all the hotel's staff knew me on a first name basis.
you don't understand, he speaks spanish and is tall. i have to do him.
Just orgasmed in traffic. Starting to have feelings for my commute.
Dude I reek of $2.50 pitchers, $1 off/pack marlboro cigs, and fear.
Fear?
FEAR.
Everyone here knows my boyfriend as "Half Baked". Life, he's doing it right.
You don't have a wife, you don't have a dog, and you need a new bong. Don't make this any worse than that.
I didn't mind you coming over, just I'm quite sure most booty calls don't involve a scavenger hunt...
I just wanna get drunk and watch Tarzan with you is that to much to ask?!?
OK, but next time I'd like to be present for our make-up sex.
Dude, tumbleweeds have been rolling through my bed lately. This is my dryest dry spell since I was married.
Cancelling your gym membership calls for alcohol.
We’ve got a propane heater on our back porch if you want to come over and eat a McRib in peace
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