I left the party when things started to get crazy... and when I say crazy I mean: there was puke on the carpet, Evan was passed out behind a plant, Mary was making out with her ex while her present bf was making out with Nancy. Not to mention that someone fisted the wall. Also - someone is sleeping on your lawn - they might be dead, I didn't check. Later.
I think the sex offender registry is kind of a VIP list. You get to not live near noisy schools and parks and all your neighbors get to know you.
thank you for a lively/lovely evening :)
should have blown me.
i guess its officially winter break. i woke up alone and fully clothed this morning.
I had to stop messing around with him for fear of laughing in his face. I swear it was a pinky finger in his pants
How the hell did he get a boner in that type of situation?
He was so drunk he was throwing the bowling balls into other lanes on purpose. He still beat my high score thought.
I hate him and his pretentious your-sleeping-in-the-wet-spot look.
Gas station champagne. And before you say anything I'll have you know it's imported. From California. So get fucked.
I stood in my living room with two beers in my hand asking these said beers if they were going to drink each other. I then insisted that I would drink them and chugged both. Happy Halloween.
SCOTCH AND CIGARS AT THE TITTY BAR. YOU ARE COMING WITH US.
I can't remember what I did last night, but judging from the state of my hair I had a pretty good time.
drinking vodka out of a wine glass to feel a little bit classier about myself.
home. only unpacked the necessities...contact case and beer.
Who cares if he’s younger, he’s hung like a moose. Your vagina will never forgive you if you pass on that dick
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