Mango Malibu should win a nobel peace prize
when I picked him up he smelled like cheeseburgers, had a bite mark around his left nipple and we think someone stabbed him in the forehead with a pencil... it was like the Hangover meets Texas Chainsaw Massacre
Just made gatorade. in the bathtub.
Why is there not a 'day after acid' genre. Or even a pandora station or something.
good news. according to wikipedia, my blackout might just have been "post-trauma amnesia"
First off, get on bc solely in preperation for this event. Second, as my little sister you have a lot of whore to live up to.
we started the countdown to drunken sledding this weekend.
raced the clock twice to day to see if i could get off before my computer died and before i left for my noon bar crawl... win, win
lets go back to having secrets in our friendship
There's a stoned dwarf chilling in the basement here. Maybe there are redeemable qualities about this place.
You screamed 'no, YOU put some pants on' at a cop. I pretended not to know you.
Do you want the fat one with an ok face or the skinny ugly one?
It doesn't matter as long as our shame is in tandem.
No more morning sex. Just for once, my vagina would like to go to work bone-dry and bone-free.
Im in my back seat in my own drive way with two beers left to shotgun and watching the sunrise. Am I over her yet?
You want to know how I feel? I feel like Cady Heron pushed me in front of a bus last night.
It was all going good until I realized she was wearing underwear with a butt flap. Mission aborted.
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