Now I'll never know if Megan finds a millionaire.
Just hungoverly hit my funny bone with a hot straightener. Triple threat.
I've gone to the bathroom 3 times. And forgot to pee. 3 times. Let's say we call it a night, I need to be found. I see a fish tank by the bar and some stairs.
New major. Tourism Management. I dont know what it is but it sounds like something all the stupid slutty failed business management majors do.
currently shading my boobs to make it look like i have mass cleavage...thanks art school
slow down on the beer.. we don't need another pentabong projectile hot dog incident
Three questions... How drunk were you? How long until we can make fun of you for this? Do you even really need a spleen?
He just turned 21, it's very obvious the end of their relationship is near. Now we play the waiting game.
Maybe tomorrow I'll be drunk again and can provide you with texts at a more reasonable hour. Here's hoping. GOodnight. Tebow loves you
I can't take my grandparents out somewhere where I've fucked half the staff.
I'd just like to formally thank you for the size of your dick. The gods must really love you.
Drunk Karaoke resulted in only 8 injuries this time, so there is some improvement.
Turns out he's not a Doctor Who fan, I mumbled Alons-y as I went down on him. He asked who Alan was. No more drunk sex for me!
on a scale of one to ten where does vomming from being hungover during a professionalism lecture fit
It's officially "let him eat me out in a sundress with no panties" season. Needless to say the first date was a success.
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