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Oh dear. Story 4.
So the club is based on the idea of two drunk guys with a credit card. Welcome.
Justin told me to write a story only because he was "really ****ing drunk." We've got 3 north people, and many central, of course, and all of us having a good wholesome time. (...with the exception of Justin and Tim who are happily tripping around the floor. Justin just fell into the wall.... ....and then the bed... ....and Tim did the same earlier, minus the bed part...) Annnnnnnd Tim and Justin are playfully fighting eachother. Isn't that special? *Dana Carvey* ...Yeah no, it's actually kind of gay. And Justin fell on the bed again. Tim's throwing balls at Justin. Balls. Great. ****. Justin just screamed like the girl that he is when he's drunk. Tim's spraying Justin with his "expensive air" i.e.; keyboard dust remover. Justin: "I got nothin." Yeah, I got nothin either. |
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Thanks.
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kasey locked his keys in his car, the window was down, yet he couldnt reach over the door so he had to slim jim the car
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really?
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Yeah, I really mean it.
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well fine then :(
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:flower: :flower:
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not this time. i'm not gonna fall victim to your charm once more
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Ian FTW!
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another night.. no invite.. tsk tsk
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I sort of had to go because of the whole upgrade thing. Justin had to show me the ropes.
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and you were a basement virgin!
liz... uh, sorry to tell ya, but the whole "super ninja edit" theory didn't work.... |
coincidents all the mods and admins dont have runing fbodys???
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wtf jake i thought I GOT DIBS?!?!
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