i just went dwnstairs and there are 5 guys without their shirts on hugging each other. i think i should leave now
The sweet smell of jungle juice and bad decisions is calling our name.
i got shots of sambuca dumped on my head last night. my bag still smells like licorice. making me nauseous.
it is a nice little reminder of the bruins dominance. if Vancouver had won, it would somehow smell of maple syrup.
Confirmed. Vegetarians give terrible head.
Fuck. I'm going to pass the savings right on to the strippers. It's trickle down economics.
Since you're going to wake up and see one bajillion missed calls from me, I just want you to know that's a perfectly reasonable number. Now come downystairs.
I used my yoga mat as a door stop so he couldn't come into my room when i was sleeping last night. Drunk engineering at its finest
I'm not sure if I should be proud of you for having morals or disappointed in you for letting your sex life get this sad.
Hot dogs and hydrocodine is NOT the combo of champions
I'm going to fake an anxiety attack to get to the front of the line. Save me some brisket.
I think I'd be more bothered by his cross dressing if I wasn't secretly into women..,
I'd do them all but honestly I'm so high that I probably should have a chaperone.
Though I don't usually want to turn down ladies who want to liquify my clothing with their eyes, I made an exception.
I don't remember anything after falling in the ditch, but I now have confirmation that my rib is broken. Never drinking again.
I blacked out and when I woke up and looked at the counter.. there was a full cake upside down. I dont even understand ...
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