'Watching yourself cry on Photobooth' is the new 'watching yourself cry in the mirror.'
Thats the last time I go out drinking with my Irish friends. Two shots of flaming sambucca = bar on fire. I was only trying to high five the barman.
honestly if we didnt hate the same people we would have a friendship based on nothing
idea:have a jello shot stand(opposed to lemonade stand) to raise money for spring break
i suspect the closest i'll get to a valentine this year is a 16 year old on chat roulette asking me to show my tits. step up from last year, i guess.
he was drinking cheap vodka with warm tap water and a packet of crystal light. if that's not an alcoholic then idk what is
You called him your tasty little crouton. Which actually wasn't the weirdest part.
I would think I was a stalker too if I wasn't myself
I am sitting here. Drinking from a bottle of vodka. Eating shredded cheese from a bag and waiting on him to pick me up after he finishes with his girlfriend. This is what dreams are made of.
No worries I have vodka. Its always on time
I told the bartender that his red, white and blue shots were terrible and tasted like Thomas Jefferson's balls.
Halloween: the only night of the year wheee the more high I get, the more it compliments my makeup and outfit.
If anybody had to puke on my shoes, I'm glad it was you.
Dude... the time we have in life to be young and trivial is so incredibly short. I think we should drink tonight.
I mean, it's good for a lot of things. Just not the inside of your vagina
Well neither is bbq sauce but I dont judge kinks
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