To answer your question of whether I "went back," tits just informed me I was kicked out for falling off my barstool and passing out on the floor...
clay aiken is like melissa ehteridge without the guitar.
He should be on Bizare Foods after who he ate last night
if by 'bottleservice' you mean 'bringing beers in my purse' then yes, we are.
Awesome. My fame will spread to DC... As will the herpes.
I started making my dollar bills into rings for the strippers
btw im using a cooler as a purse cause i love string cheese
I don't remember anything past "we have 15 minutes to drink this keg."
So to distract myself from jackies vomiting, im making up a story in my head. It's called the little penis that could
when he pulled his cock out I told him he'd brought a knife to a sword fight
The whole time we were fucking I kept thinking, "My dad would love this cologne. I'll have to ask him where he got it." the highlight of the night is that I figured out my dad's birthday gift.
I just came so hard I growled. Definitely found my gspot.
Dunno. My heart says "no", my brain says "maybe" and my dick says "YES YES FOR THE LOVE OF GOD YES!!"
WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED. WHO CAME HOME WITH ME. WHAT THE FUCK RESPOND ASAP I AM SO CONFUSED
You know you started drinking too early in the day when you have a hangover at midnight
thats called having FUN
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