Hot guy, man whore rep, huge crush, alcohol that will fuck you up. I fail to see how this could go wrong
I think i really like him...he was super cuddly and kept me company.
stop. you already have a dog
i don't remember her name, but i don't need it unless we decide to hook up again. but even then, i can get away with not knowing it for a while. it's not like we have actual conversations.
i have a dinosaur tramp stamp
I'm having sex on a snuggie, yes i stopped to text you
For some reason I just don't think you going to the gay bar alone on thanksgiving is a good idea.
Hey for future reference vodka can not be substituted for water when shaving your legs
I swear to God, I just heard my guardian angel tell us to stop. I think we should listen.
His sombrero wouldn't fit in the car and I had to buy him some Jack to make him stop bitching. You owe me
I have Denny's hours of operations written on the palm of my hand....not in my writing, in a girls writing, is that as good as or equal to a cell number?
He barged in the room with no shirt on, all fucking ripped with a half keg under one arm. Sara now calls him Bronan the Beerbarian
Really? A fat girl?
I'm walking her back. Chill out.
She is a nice girl okay. For some reason we are in my room though.
In the middle of our bar crawl last night we stopped to pet dogs at a dog park. who would let a drunk person bet play with their dog???
You smoked too much and passed out, didn't you?
You know me so well.
That was the first time ive ever slept with a girl with a q in her name
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