If there is ever a next time, care about me enough to lube it up no matter what my drunk ass says
The walk of shame is slightly more complicated when you wake up in the wrong country...
I'm 99% sure that for 3 hours I thought you were British. We must smoke that again.
My dad walked in on me masturbating in my own apartment.....my own apartment!!
No. I didn't know. I thought mid afternoon shots meant the day could only get better.
I wonder what my nutrition professor is going to think when I have to put 21 keystone lights, a bottle of merlot wine, and 5 rum and cokes and 4 shots of tequila on my dietary analysis
and lets be real... who can blow a middle school class's sunday school teacher and keep a straight face ever again? NOBODY.
So half of us were already throwing up outside when the Ukrainians ask us if we're ready to start partying yet. I love this country.
I gather from Facebook you got drunk last night and took semi naked pictures of yourself?
So I almost just died there. And we need a new garage door.
He's so twisted that he's acting out Dragon Ball-Z by himself. The Tanquray and THC combo doesn't play around.
You know you had a good night when you wake up cuddling a baseball bat and a can of chicken noodle soup.
I just want to eat Taco Bell and throw it up on his doorstep.
Charging my vibrator at work. Pray to god I don't forget it!!!
Yeah that stuff was rough. We insisted on wearing our bikinis all down college ave, and at several parties that were not beach themed
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