Running into every girl no one would hook up with here at rick's. Typical.
Far right against the wall..hiding come find me. dont tell oyhers hahaha
He asked me if I "almost moaned"
There's a hand-carved wooden bong in my backpack, and i really wish i could remember last night now.
Well, I just watched him puke into his pitcher at the bar, I doubt he cares about anything other than the fact that he needs a new beer.
He's currently rapping every word to 'more money more problems' at what could be a over 30s gay bar. I'm not sure yet. More info to come.
All I remember was endless tequila and pulling karate moves from 3 Ninjas Kick Back towards the guy at 7 Eleven. Explanation?
Your lack of dedication to alcohol is forcing me to drink with my ex husband. U suck
He professed his love for me while I danced on a picnic table with a bottle of Absolut. I said thank you and walked away.
An don't say it's "personal preference" cause I don't buy it. I just want to have normal cool guy balls. I don't want to be the dude that's still rocking the equivalent of the "mid 90's bowl cut" of scrotum haircuts.
I need to stop drinking alone, I wrote a love letter to my tattoos
Got high with dad and hunted squirrels in the basement. Is this seriously what my life has come to?
This is the Santa Claus of hangovers. It just keeps giving.
I'll be there with bells on. And by "bells" I mean "jäger bombs". And by "on" I mean "being poured down my gullet".
He stopped mid thrust ... To check snap chat .. From his roomie
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