Yeah I guess I was Pocahontus. If she were a trifling drunk who hung out in her undies, with possible brain damage.
I got oddly confused when she started talking in third person in bed.
He said they were doing a skit in class apparently someone else is dressed like a horse. Ive never felt more proned to skipping class than now
You weren't a difficult drunk to take care of. I just had to stop you from plunging the toilet once or twice.
you puked on the porch, i can see your jacket on the floor next to your underwear. i know your home, unchain the door, you're the worst roommate ever.
The moment you realize you should grow up: you're snorting your fathers percocet script with your old health insurance card, while your parents are on a 10 day cruise in the carribean...
Does taking an old homeless guy to the strip club, buying him lap dances, and calling him pops all night count as a good deed???
I dnt think she needs convincing on the threesome part, it's the threesome with your roommate situation that needs some work
sometimes when you're high at work you just have to say fuck it and eat the dog treats
lonely sunday drunk me decided to tweeze my pubes. HORRIBLE IDEA
No one likes wet exercise unless it's vigorous sex in the shower
Me and my liver are not on speaking terms.
Is the Glover Park Chipotle past the strip club?
Why is that your only point of reference?
Just answer the question
I just found a ladybug shell in my underwear. What was I doing last night?
I just woke up on the floor with an empty handle in one hand and a piece of my ceiling in the other. #classy
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