Its a bunch of hippies dancing in front of a stobe light. For ten dollars I could have gone to the strip club and at least had a lap dance
I didn't know it was possible to throw up mid-sneeze.
Well for one thing, she was eating rice with a shot glass.
May or may not have found my way onto a stripper bus. To Chicago.
when we asked you if you had had anything to drink tonight you looked up from the toilet while cupping the water into your hands and said "this.. just this"
I'm about to tackle a 10 year old off a sea doo
I've also hijacked your can opener. Sadly not for the same sexual reason as the muddler.
I'm basically just sitting in the porta poTty finishing my bottle of champagne bc I am too lazy to carry it back to the tailgate
be ready to rage tomorrow. like naked ranch dressing rage
While I'm on hiatus from the Russian potato nectar, it is my wish for others to enjoy it in my stead.
That's what my new years consisted of. Consoling heartbroken girls and having people throw up in my hands.
the best part was at the strip club when he said he was "here to pick up my wife. she's up on stage.....wait that's my aunt". only in Ottawa.
So your contact has been changed to "jizz weave" in my phone. Now, as strange and random as that may be, I'm slightly embarrassed to say that I have more than one contact that fits that description so please identify yourself.
Friend as in 'I used to have sex with her' or friend as in 'I still want to have sex with her'?
You know it's time to call it a night when every guy in the bar (all 3 of them) have seen you naked at one time or another.
Randomize
