Its a bunch of hippies dancing in front of a stobe light. For ten dollars I could have gone to the strip club and at least had a lap dance
I told her it just looked small because my balls were gigantic. She bought it.
cant help it. i get a boner every time that shake weight infomercial comes on
I'm pretty sure that I'm earning a horrible reputation with your friends, but I'm having a fucking great time in the process.
I think the guy in front of me just puked in a styrofoam cup.
Drank a fosters this weekend and last weekend. Listening to down under 5 times a day. Spent 100 dollars on a sleeveless men at work shirt circa 1983. We don't leave for another 5 weeks. I call it pregaming.
Oh my God, that is a gorgeous man. And I wasn't even gay until five minutes ago.
and ive been naked for the greater part of the evening. alone, drunk, and naked. i think that is how all great interventions start.
It feels like a bunch of leprechauns are using my brain as a soccer ball
You know, part of me wants to die and the other part of me doesn't want to live
Somehow my family started talking about sex toys at breakfast.
You put a bag of sliced onions in the microwave then screamed, "voila, onion rings!"
she went outside...danced, got some snow, and put cherry vodka in it. she was so proud of herself.
and then she sorta stared at me like "holy shit" and I looked down and my dog was licking her ass
Ruff night.
I don't want a big night. But I am okay if we wake up in a penthouse at Crown Casino.
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