I have a story that starts with Nutella and ends with sex in the laundry building at RIT.
It really wasent that hard. The male one had a M and the woman one had a W. I just couldent comprehend that at the time.
Call me back. I want to hear your side of the dead cat in my garage story.
the liquor store lady asked about three times if I was sure about buying two fifths of everclear. i told her I wanted to be on cops
your facebook page is a work of drunk art.
Ya I got a cut on my head from the toilet seat last time I drank there.
Did we literally take a cab across the street
He smashed a plastic chair leg on a tree stump, threw himself into the side of our metal enclosure, stomped on the wreckage for a bit and then punched the fire.
He was just lying in his underwear like a present. I had to unwrap it.
I'm pretty sure I lit a prostitute's cigarette while sharing a pizza with a homeless guy last night
who are you talking about my vagina to?!
he really is such a sweet guy. it’s a shame i have to break his heart.
I called you last night? What did I say??
That you love me forever and that I'm the greatest in the world now mohammed ali is dead...
All I want to do is drink an excessive amount of free alcohol bought from strange men, while taking frequent trips to the bathroom to snort an assortment of illicit drugs off dirty toilet seats. Break cannot get here quick enough...
fyi: first time in five days i havent washed my birth control down with liquor. when are we going out tonight?
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