Confirm your location. A cross street is best, but if google mapping yourself is your least-shameful option go for it. ps- going through his mail for an actual address is always an option.
the next pure michigan commercial i see, i am going to pee in a fucking lake
I'm like connect-the-dots of drunk. Whiskey, bourbon, vodka, rum, gin. The hidden picture is me faceplanting.
I wish I could tell you that the worst thing that happened last night was how he got thrown out of a stripclub for vomitting on the girl giving him a private lapdance. I wish I could tell you that and not be lying.
I walked into the garage and you were telling the bikes that you were not that drunk.
He kept trying to order 'sex on the tennis courts' for a drink last night
Does the blue bra belong to your sister or cousin?
You kept apologizing for not offering me some of your Whisky, which you referred to as "Jesus Nectar".
If eating a cheesesteak naked doesn't make me feel better, then I don't know what will.
On a better note: I'm on pace for 730 female produced orgasms in 2013.
Well I woke up and my arm was bleeding. And my blood is on the wall in the hallway.
Umm
No idea. I blame fireball.
Valid.
Company sent me first class out of state, got so drunk on the plane I started handing out pillows and blankets to the people in coach
i've now hooked up with two guys who have tattoos of their sister's names...so that's a reality i have to live with...
I haven't reeked of cheap beer and poor decisions in months. I officially hate adult life.
dude, last night I won a real sword and a bottle of vodka in a cards against humanity tournament
Randomize
