my "about me" section on Facebook should read "hell-bound alcoholic who wants to fuck a 40-year-old crackhead"
i think i just saw hanson at the grocery store. one might have been a girl. hard to tell. lets call that one taylor.
Come here. I'm drunk. Family Function. Intense Pro-life vs. Pro-choice debate. Bring Republicans.
God Help those hot young girls. It's going to be like Bambi in iraq. Except worse.
By connection do you mean me drunkenly grinding my ass on his lap for an extended period of time? If so, then yes, we had a "connection"
I made a tournament bracket for the girls that Im talking with.
So can we talk about how we all three made out with the bike taxi driver in lieu of paying him. I'm not even mad, that's resourceful. You know what married girls would have had to do? They'd have had to pay.
You may have graduated college on time, but my 6th year ass gets to see awesome tits every day just for showing up.
6 beers and it feels like I've been drinking water... Daiquiri time
in other news, i feel like i just shat out all my sins.
drinking right out of the bottle and nobody bats an eye.
its good to be home.
I don't want to be Eskimo brothers with your dad
A toast to whoever set this year's daylight savings fallback to the day after halloween, granting us another hour to detox before we pretend to be functional adults. Clearly, a partier with forethought and clear priorities. Cheers!
The last thing I remember before blacking out was passing that sobriety test.
Just bought 2 liters of wine and frozen waffles for dinner. Is this 30?
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