I'm glad my week-end was the fucking wildest I've had in... years

Sex, drugs, and rock-n-roll.

Well, no drugs... alcohol. And sex. And rock-n-roll.

I love my friends.

And I'm glad I had the best sex I've ever had... well... almost the best.

Wow... I think I'm in love




Well no, not really... but WOW!!!!

 

Haha! Thats awesome.. I'm still recovering from the weekend too

 

well i'm glad you had a good time together
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Shit, I used the weekend for my recovering. No kids and no girlfriend on a Friday night = video games and loud music galore.

 

Alcohol is a pretty hard drug.

I mean, socially... and uh, I guess anthropologically.

Countries fell and rose by the tip of a glass...

 

Everytime I get drunk, I throw up. I hope your weekend was vomit-free.

 

I was involved in an orgy.


yawn.

 

I don't think I've had a wild weekend since I was 14.

 

I ate at a fancy restaurant and ordered scallops off the appetizer menu.... they gave me a huge ass plate of them... seemed like a big ass appetizer... so I ate them... when the bill comes, it says that the scallops cost 60$, when they only cost 25$ as an appetizer... the waitress made a mistake, and I got to eat way too many scallops while only paying for an appetizer.

I then proceeded to go down to a lake and stare at kids chasing a water moccasin.

But sex and rock n' roll sounds a tad more exciting.

 

i burned the bitch straight to the ground on a friday night. am still recovering. was sober and still partieed harder than yall.

 

alcohol is drug.

 

I do hope that you got ridiculously drunk the night after buuuurnin' down the house....

I know I would.

 

Love is a drug.



(and so is your mom, together with the moms of some of the posters here... oh yeah).

 

dude, if you saw my mom, you would regret this post

 

alright, lets get off moms here, I just got off yours

 

Is she a lobster or older than 463?

If the answer is "No", then I do not regret the above post.

 

she might not be a lobster.. but she has crabs :tongue:

 

I did some crack.


Killer.

 

You must have a very Pink Flamingo-esque relationship with your mother.