not only did i manage to get kicked out of the bar, i also got kicked out of denny's. i didnt even know that was possible.
Responsibility does not care about your dick.
Eventually the creepy theater major quirks will come out. Probably in bed. Like role playing as the Phantom of the Opera
so far we have 6 big wheels and 10 boxes of wine for the tour de franzia. team drunkslut is favored to win the yellow jersey.
I'd rather be castrated by angry chipmunks Than live your life for 24 hours
I reek of latex and grilled onions.
Mission accomplished.
He said he actually "met" me for the first time through a picture his housemate had of me, drunk and passed out in a pool of my own vomit, on the floor of his basement.
Day 10 and still no sign of rescue in my pants.
So shaving my butt whilst humming "be prepared" is now in my top five weirdest Friday night activities.
He had to put his grandma's photo away before I tied him to the bed. She doesn't need to see any of that.
I'm wearing a fleece onesie eating pop tarts on the train to work. Killing it.
New goal find someone I love enough to use these Japanese pancake flavored condoms on
good news, i've got tacos. bad news, kevin's in the ER. more good news, the tacos were free.
If this adventure is going to get us arrested it'll have to wait until Wednesday so that I can bail myself out.
i really love you but i feel kinda dumb about it
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