at some point to night u and I have a 'meeting' too...(1-737): I hope so
I was so drunk last night, I had to Wikipedia what i did.
It's 10am, I'm at grocery store buying booze b/c the bf just told me that he didn't "technically" break up with his ex.
we were dressed as cave people and he kept telling everybody i was so easy a caveman could do it.
That can be our thanksgiving, vodka and cornbread. Just like the pilgrims.
Note to self: Not getting laid all weekend makes girls in mondays classes racks seem enormously bigger.
He made sure to throw up on the Mexico side of the border while we were in line at the check point. Then finished by screaming you an have it back. You can have it all back.
using the campers leftover pizza money at the bar. Definition of great counselors right here.
So how many licks to the face does it take to get kicked out of the bar?
I'm silent, like a masturbating ninja.
I have fireworks and redbull; let's make heart attack inducing magic happen.
Maybe if he'd step up his game and get a real job instead of donating plasma and trying to grow pot then you wouldn't feel compelled to write prisoners in Oregon.
I don't know what happened this summer, I've lost my sense of morality. All I do now is work, get drunk, and have sex near national landmarks.
Are you okay? You're not sitting at home on facebook. I'm worried about you.
You shouted "my financial aid just came in, who wants a shot?!" Half the bar followed
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