so... how was it???
he had bart simpson sheets. he had itunes on shuffle and "don't worry be happy" started playing when he took his boxers off. sad to say i was neither worried nor happy
Last night I fell down in the street (I think in someone's vomit), cut my knee up, lost my moms necklace and my license, and had to walk back to the hotel.
you kept yelling something about watching the muppets chirstmas carol and trying to turn the t.v. on with your car keys
Are my feet made of real feet?
It's like getting ready for my vaginas own execution
On a scale from 1 to the worst weekend of my life, that was an 11. I can see again, though.
I see your walk of shame and raise you a day in jail wearing a girls old workout clothes.
THIS IS A FLATMATE WARNING! The white powder next to sink is washing powder I spilled and is not meant for human comsumption. I repeat- do not digest, snort or smoke the white powder next to the sink!!!!
We did shots with the Tupperware consultant last night. I'd say the night was a success.
He hasn't touched a vagina in two and a half years. THIS IS WAY TOO MUCH PRESSURE TO BE UNDER
YOU MAKE ANAL SEX SOUND LIKE A SPORTING EVENT
You used your chihuahua as a pillow screaming "HE'S A PILLOW AND A PET" and proceeded to puke in the dog bed
You were staring right at you dick at the urinals, then looked at all the other guys dicks and fist pumped saying "I win!"
He told me he felt the only proper thing to do was fuck me to the top of the corporate ladder
You will be reminded everyday when you witness my majestic mustache.
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