I can hear the grilled cheese talking to me. "Let me in there!" they wanna get inside me
so thats when we found her crawling hands and knees up first street singing hold me closer tony danza as loud as she could
did she say where she was going
apparently she thought she was on morton hill and was trying to go back to the bars
I may have discovered that porn hub is on my top visited sites during class this morning.
I'm bringing in a picture of a stranger on facebook to get my haircut. I have reached a new level of creepy.
It was like a little tadpole swimming in the big ocean.
the trick is not to think about where her tounge has been.
Just say its a British thing. They wont know Its not. And if they say you're not British, proposition them for a post-sex game of cricket.
I got carried to one bar. Got a piggy back ride to the next bar. I was just testing our drinking team for st pattys day to make sure they are able to handle me more drunk than that.
Admit it. It's a brilliant plan with hundreds of possible repercutions.
Understatement of the year.
you were making out with a guy that looked like Fat Albert, I kicked you in the vagina but you didn't stop
possibly one of my favorite moments was wiping it off your nose after you high fived a bouncer
It feels like a bunch of leprechauns are using my brain as a soccer ball
One of your snapchats was of you with a 40oz of Mickeys and the caption: "Deep Throat back in her natural habitat"
I mean when you laced a shot with $200 worth of cocaine I could see why you'd be mad when somebody drops it
You said you're gonna end your night with a six pack and awful erotica
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