i'd like someone to explain to me why my clothes are all sticky. including my fanny pack. yes, this is a mass text.
when i woke up this morning i blew my nose and ash came out.. i'm not sure what to make of this.
My tits are coming out a minimum of ten times
he got everyone in a room, turned off the lights and started throwing knives at the wall. if you got hit, you had to drink...
I also just told a guy I was available for counseling in case he needed to 'bang' things out. I've become a monster.
Whenever I think to myself, "I don't work for a bunch of hours"... It's shot time?
There's no winning that game with me. It's either "Can I walk home at the end of the night," or "am I throwing up trying to sleep in the front yard." Rules are irrelevant.
I understand, but unless there is an intervention for me being planned, i DON NOT want to talk about my life choices
But if I live with you I'll help pay rent. Only if you promise no 50 shades of what the fuck internet hookups
So none of you told me my tits were popping out of my shirt for three hours?
We told you. Repeatedly. You said you made it look good.
He said that he made a girl squirt to the ceiling and I got curious
Captain Morgan does not know self control. Nor does he teach it.
I am available for nakedness
I drank a fishbowl of liquor and next thing I know I'm sliding into Zach Galifinakis' DMs
He can sense you did cocaine and had park sex with a large ginger from Australia last night.
Randomize
