I miss Bob Barker.
Yeah, more like Douche Carey...
We're lucky we aren't prostitutes by now. Whats the etiquette for returning a pair of heels with blood on them?
At one point he was so drunk he was carrying around a bottle of patron drinking out of it and falling everywhere and every time he spilled it he would scream "THERE GOES TWENTY DOLLARS."
New Halloween costume idea: Frankenstorm. We have three hours. Make it work.
I wouldn't even cut tickets or put ppl in jail I'd just hand out punches to the mouth and Liam Neeson throat chops
we received free cupcakes at the first bar, and then I at the second bar i hooked up with a fat chick from Cincinnati on the patio.
you win some, you lose some.
my life is turning into trapped in the closet at way too fast a speed for me to feel comfortable.
He showed up on school grounds wearing nothing but a suit of armor. Really at this point I'm more impressed than angry.
He fucked my brains out then fed me cheese and peanut butter. I might be in love.
Apparently stoned me thought eating chips in the shower was a good idea.
Nothing like walk of shaming to the bus stop in your bar clothes at noon and seeing the fire truck you work on drive past with the other shift giving you thumbs up.. Brotherhood at its finest
Validation I posted a good pic? The lonely fuckboys send out the booty call signal. Of course I answered the call; Gotham needs its hero.
the sex got boring after the first three hours
holy shit
"Plot twist... I'm straight."
Last night’s booty call turned into a cuddlefest. Get your game face on, we’re hunting dick tonight
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