I keep trying to leave, but for some reason I'm staying
You don't understand, alcohol has become a thing of survival for me and without it I can't function as a normal human being
I try to help out whenever I can. Speaking of rough nights I woke up half naked on Brady's couch with bloody paper towels duct taped to my foot.
I just had to explain to my 62 year old advisor what "tea-bagging" was in the middle of her lecture. I smell extra credit. And maybe a demonstration.
Just found my old bop it. So many drinking game possibilities
Exactly. Because my vagina can't be consoled with words. It requires a thicker form of communication
He never gives up. He's like the fucking little engine that could of hook ups
I could just tape a camera with a live feed to my head & you could check in on me from time to time
All i remember is you yelling at a stop sign and the rest is a blur
i wear a size 32DD bra. its basically impossible for me to get a speeding ticket
tonight at the bar some people told me that I have a sprit following me around.. that's the kind of shit that you laugh off till you're home alone.
I'm beginning to think shitting his pants is just a normal thing for him.
I also don't hate being called a giant sack of cheese. Is that weird?
Well I've always wanted to get head while playing WoW...
K I'll do it, but mine is going to be WAY weirder. Your not allergic to shellfish, right?
if anyone asks you the platypus in my bathtub is a gift...thats all anyone needs to know
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