Played the LOTR drinking game last night. Ended up in boxers running thru the lot at ross's place screaming "for frodo"
you started texting yourself and saying they were "divine messages from heaven" then you threw up on stacie's piano.
You were plastered and wouldn't stop telling this hot girl about your plan to graffiti a church in easter colored spray-paint saying that Jesus was a Zombie... she kept saying her father was a pastor...
Since when does a beard not count as proof of age at the liquor store?
I love you and want you to know that you're the best friend ever and me lassoing you with a seatbelt was out of sheer affection.
we started pounding beers an hour ago to celebrate our personal snow day tomorrow. vodka shots for u of i's actual decision are on standby.
When you put it that way it sounds like my vagina is a parking garage to be monitored by security guards
Sunday is the day of rest.
As in, whatever liquor is left after last night, you have to drink the rest.
I've had balls on my face twice in last 48 hours and I STILL haven't got laid!
i dont know whats weirder. that i told him he stabbed me in my dream or that he told me i wasnt the first girl to tell him theyve been killed by him in a dream
THIS IS NOT A DECISION I MADE AT ONE IN THE MORNING IM JUST GETTING AROUND TO TELLING YOU ABOUT IT NOW
And the 'kicked out of Xmas party' trophy goes to me. 3rd nomination, first win.
I'm trying to fuck him and feed him. I don't understand why it isn't working.
they just got in argument over who had more of your dick pics. quit sending shit to my sisters fucker
she referred to her cum as “pussy butter” so needless to say we had a good night
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