I dont need to watch it. And stop comparing your life to Entourage.
I know you're trying to keep the moaning to a minimum but the banging on the wall is totally giving you away
just watched a cripple ollie in his wheelchair to get on to the elevated floor in the bar. I. LOVE. WISCONSIN
I've given up for the day already. I just wanna eat cheesecake and hide from her.
Bartenders are not toys. I repeat, bartenders are not toys.
He's moaning and crying and coughing up something audibly liquid. I can't live in this house any more.
I rigged together two of my vibrators for more power... I've created a monster.
Dad had me doing shots of chocolate mint Everclear last night. I've never felt closer to him.
Woke up on the couch with one cowboy boot on and a hat over my crotch. God bless texas.
Serious concern: will TSA confiscate my bondage rope?
Whelp, I woke up on the front lawn this morning. I have got to stop wearing these underwear. Every time I do, I end up puking in someone's greenery.
Just had a reminder come up that just said "Ham"
one nice thing about being home: no walks of shame, just drives of shame
He gave us beer and shots and made us pizza in his brick oven before firing a handgun into the air to signal it was time to give us a ride in his inflatable raft to the bars.
He's like a mythological figure
My hands smell like vagina and ham.
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