I feel like if I were on Intervention, I would have to be a season finale.
Oh the joys of strong arming a man into exclusivity
Somewhere at this very moment, a group of drunk white girls are singing dont stop believing.
Pre-game strategy: play thunder by yourself in the shower. Surprisingly, success.
He is the Donovan McNabb of stuff up his ass. Tell me that tomorrow. Too high to remember.
The bartender asked if I wanted a to-go cup for my crown and coke.....I just realized I'm back in Montana and fuck did I miss home.
All you need to know is that isn't jizz
She is currently expressing her joy for "bad to the bone" through interpretive dance...
At one point 12 people dressed in care bear onesies were up on stage grinding super nasty, and two of the girl Care Bears were making out.
If this wasn't a hallucination, we need to go to this magical kingdom every night of the week.
TGIFridays...stall number 1...drunk...send help
If you go to Tinseltown tonight. First bathroom on the left, second stall. Avoid. It's still coming to terms with what I did to it.
i just thought a plastic bag was my cat. i just pet a plastic bag. that high.
and yet oddly the jello shots tasted better coming up than going down
Nothing says hey I wanna be your friend again like ambushing me with a dick pic
Self care is breaking into nasa and launching yourself directly into the fucking void
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