This is the kind of period I feel I should name out of respect to the fact I might have just gotten lucky this time.....
My tits are coming out a minimum of ten times
Currently coming up with judgment, the game. Works well on buses, will probably be more entertaining in bars.
Hung over does not do it justice. I am hung like a horse over. I am hungover and over and over. I am hung, drawn and quartered fucking over. They just told me I can't keep my sunglasses on in the office. Fuck drinking with you people.
Apparently I still called the officer "sir" despite the fact I was at a .21 BAC. Southern girls are raised right
Don't use or open the microwave. It's full of smoke. Buying a new one tomorrow, will explain.
Last night I said "I'm so glad you broke up with your lesbian soccer mom girlfriend" I don't remember how he reacted I just remember trying to pee in the woods
I'll pretend I don't know she's blind, my morals claimed the back seat in this adventure.
If muffins & morning blowjobs don't make him happy, frankly, I don't think anything will.
It true. It written in the Bible.
Yes I remember that, right next to the passage where jesus said unto his disciples, pop molly, fuck bitches amen
it was a 'fall asleep on the bathroom floor after puking bc the cold tile is legit more comfortable than your bed' kind of night.
What part of the grouping of the words "anal beads" confuses you?
is it fun? or sober?
You kept shouting about how you were the king of all bitches...and doors, for some reason.
AND ONCE AGAIN THE HENNESSEY MAKES ME A SUPER SAIYAN
Oh for fuck's sake, is that why the couch is in the pool???
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