he told us the story of how he fought ketchup, mustard, and thomas the train engine all in one night. if that doesn't sound like an acid trip i dont know what does.
we ate a 40 pack of string cheese and watched an entire washing machine cycle.
Level of drunkenness: just now when I sat down on the toilet, I had to double check to make sure I wasn't sitting on somebody's lap.
I can't believe you just became a stipulation in their divorce papers.
Last thing I remember is Dusty riding the bikes we "borrowed" from the hotel through the CVS while the rest of us picked up the girls who were laughing at him
there COULD be a gas leak in our house... proceeding to smoke with extreme caution...
So I bought some random chick a shot she puked in her hands then I watched her make out with my roommate
when the officer asked him if he had been drinking, he just goes, "yeah, you?" then falls onto the table.
we played a my little pint drinking game. It was awesome.
woke up to a family dragging me under their beach umbrella, they poured water on me bc they "thought I was dead" then fed me quesadillas and nursed me back to health... gotta love Cabo
One last thing: he lists glow sticks and tacos as things he can't live without. How would we not be friends??
I'm literally 40 minutes from where I was supposed to stay. I woke up in a parking lot.
Nothing but goodness could come from two friends getting naked. Think of all the good advice and other things we could give to each other.
You showed me your butthole that's like a mating call in other species
Sunday morning breakfast with the boyfriends family. I just puked in the stall at Cracker Barrell. Classy.
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