I am way too high for this. Some guy just keeps talking about music and life goals and he apparently has lived in every city we mention we are going
are we at that level where i can tell you your girlfriends tits looked really good yet?
Not till Sunday. I'm going to sleep in my car. And I know. This place is insane. Blood on the stAirs 5 dollar slices of pizza. A girl on our floor had a stroke.
You kept going up to guys in plaid and screaming "are you a lumberjack" in their faces
WHY did you say no to the sex seance?
did the fire alarm go off at the party last night I kind of remember a fire alarm noise
omg omg i ripped it out of the ceiling omg
The low-flow toilet at my office cannot handle the intensity of this hangover.
You don't know commitment until you try and waterproof a non-waterproof vibrator
Apparently it's bring your ugly annoying ass piece of shit slob of a baby day at work
He also deemed that the fact that I couldn't log into Netflix was not an emergency. He's wrong.
He fucked me so well and hard that the couch slid into the Christmas tree. I had to pull branches out of my hair.
Just threw up in the trash can at my desk. I guess "beating the hangover" eventually leads to this.
Talked to the dude for a hour . I now know where he lives, his occupation, his goals, his dreams and what his dick looks like.
After he finished he laid there and told me how much work that just was. I looked at him and told him not to ruin a good thing by opening his mouth.
i literally have the attention span of a weasel on steroids, but yeah, i know who you’re talking about.
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