we went to that german restaurant and drank out of the boots. Then I threw up into one
My drunk dialing habit needs to go. My drunk habit can stay though.
It's an Italian thing I guess, grew up on that shit.
I'm Irish, we don't eat cow guts unless they're blended into a fine whiskey
this party is like a fast-foward into the future when im 40 and married with children
I'm pretty sure I saw a man standing on a table with no shirt on getting sugar thrown at him while "pour some sugar on me" blaring while the cops were in the house.
Reading in my econ of energy textbook about the US' largest oil spill from the 1990's.. guess i can't sell this one back either
and all i could think about was how mcdonalds would not be open anymore after we were done having sex
I wouldn't necessarily say I'm in her pants...I'd say I'm more on the on ramp to the freeway to the long way to her pants. There really isn't a short cut.
I was more concerned about the amount of mcdonalds fries on the floor around me than i was with my lack of clothes.
Pants off. Spirits lifted.
So that groomsmen was naked under his kilt. Also I just had sex in the elevator. And yes, those two updates are definitely related.
I'm dying. The alcohol is viciously exiting my tiny body.
I just sat watching friends in the bathtub by candlelight...nights like this make me wonder if I ever want to be in a relationship again
I was actually kind of excited. I mean, how many people can say they've been question by the CIA?
I'm intrigued by how his mouth tasted the same as his dick.
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