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Ya he's the booze devil, like if the black hole and Bermuda triangle joined forces with Captain Morgan
Welcome to the south, dude. Gives the phrase "I wish you a dry ass" a new perspective.
When this bachelor party is over and your life is in ruins, you have my permission to die.
My dick was almost in plain McDonald's sight
We dropped so many bottles they would only give us plastic cups. We actually drank ourselves back to preschool.
And don't try to lose a condom in me tonight. My vagina is not a storage compartment where you can just leave something and try and use it again later in the week.
DAMMIT. BOHEMIAN RHAPSODY IS GONNA GET STUCK IN MY HEAD AGAIN. FUCK YOU OLYMPICS.
I don't think tequila will soothe the spots where my tonsils used to be.
You will never truly trust yourself until you have shaved your armpits, legs, and vagina in the dark.
I feel like this has turned into my work. But if I get paid sitting under a desk, that's perfectly fine with me.
Sometimes crazy just comes naturally. I don't need booze to say that on occasion I feel the need to rip off my asshole and throw it against the fridge to see if it sticks.
They told you that you couldn't fit in the dryer. Man, did they eat their words. You did brake the door though.
He really thought ahead and just left the tequila in the mail box for late night pickup. Best. Friend. Ever.
The engagement ring savings account is now the strippers and gin savings account. What are you doing tonight?
What drink are we having for lunch?
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