normally i'm against accepting campers on facebook but this one saw me giving head to another counselor and didn't say shit about it to my boss so i feel like shes earned the right to look at my sloppy drunk pictures
well, 500 bucks doesn't grown on trees, and i need that bear suit for any chance of vagina access.
He's throwing up in my bed and I'm not even getting fucked for this
bleeding from the face, sitting in a shopping cart and holding a wad of ripped caution tape. what else would i be doing?
the two person party stopped when i realized that he tried to throw a hammer at my head.
So... Apparently, "Home" isn't the correct response when a cop asks for your address...
Just me. You're probably having sex with her right now, so here's a reminder that you should be thinking of me per our agreement.
Did u see the proverb she left as a comment on my picture?
You're on Grindr at the STD clinic. I love you.
They need to leave so I can start drinking shamefully.
Does this mean I don't have to apologize for launching about 20 bead necklaces at you from the balcony?
Thing I actually said tonight: "I want to achieve Ultimate level drunkenness, I'm only at Champion"
So I fucked him. Then I MC Hammer'd to the bathroom, where I did the robot in celebration of my accomplishment. And then I spent 10 mins fixing my toilet. But YOLO.
You HAVE to stop telling me about the shit you do drunk. I can't be both your brother AND your gay friend.
So that guy from plenty of fish has a lightning bolt tattooed on his face. I kinda feel like I HAVE to sleep with him now.
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