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The 3 of us think it's time to start drinking.
3?
Me, myself and I
first time Ive ever had to stop sex to go pass out in the kitchen floor...
By the way, I think my next facebook status update will read, "Aaron recently found out Vanessa's a screamer."
oh god.
Since my computer broke, i've been masterbating to girls gone wild. I feel like i'm in the 90's.
States back in the final four. Now our sunday night drinking has purpose. Sparty on baby.
Don't freak out about the couches in the driveway. We tried to unpack the uhaul drunk.
You distracted them by dancing on the stripper pole, I ripped the flag off the wall, stuffed it in my pants and we were out.
This would be a good time for the don't get drunk and bang a married chick pep talk...
Last night was the first night with all of the roommates, and what started as a calm night of light drinking got out of hand. There's a girl on my couch wearing only a fanny pack.
I thanked her dad for "firing off a good one" when she was conceived. She said thats why he doesnt like me.
The problem with Wednesday evening drinking is that no gets to my level. It's like like a one man party. But it's a goood party.
We're gonna have screwdrivers in a cab at 4am?
Is that weird?
Okay I can't even be mad, I'm in mid-plot to hook up with Michael Phelp's third cousin.
Just rolled up to a matinee showing of THE HOBBIT. At the dollar theater. Alone. In sweats. With a fifth of sunnybrook and leftover pizza in a ziplock. There's a dude here in cape with his elderly mother. I'm handling this breakup FIIIIIINE.
Hay for your next interview you should go in with fake blood on your cloths and tell them you just finished saving a life, then cry
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