I guess there's a 50 percent chance that it was her that wet my bed.
Reason #437 to hate Louisiana: Just went to the public bathroom at work. It was so humid the toilet seat was damp and sticky. Either it's the humidity or I sat in somebody's yesterday piss. I choose to believe the humidity.
I just got wrote up for "repeatedly smelling like alcohol"
That was long passed due.
I just found cold cuts in the blender. You and beefeater can no longer have unsupervised parties.
I take your lack of response to mean that your hands are taped to 40 ounces of something.
It's the eternal vodka... it never seems to go away
I think I slept in the cheesecake last night. Either that or I had a wet dream. Whatever happened I need to wash my pants.
Daquari drive throughs 24 hours a day. LORD HAVE MERCY
The weekend is off to a good start: she just got into a verbal fight with a hobo. Nearly a fist fight.
Laying on a pile of just out of the dryer clothes because this is NOT real life.
we both turned hook ups into relationships we are crushing this thing called life right now.
He literally just peed in a trash can in our room. It didn't even have a bag in it
It was crazy man, at one point after already going 3 rounds I tried to breakaway for a smoke...she yanked me by the nipple hair back on top of her.
tell raye i said hi and sorry for bleeding on the limes
My hands smell like vagina and ham.
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