I am good. I dancing. Drinking but dancing fine.
She was walking with the authority that 2 beers gave to a light weight.
alcohol turns me into mario batali of easy mac
so just incase you wake up on the couch wondering how you got there--you came home at 7am, put ice in a cup--then you proceeded to put the cup in the microwave and melt it because you "wanted water". you then, fell down the stairs while saying "you don't know me" then crawled to the couch.
How do i write this on his wall without making it sound like he gave me an std?
He just kept telling me how to do certain things. It was like I was fucking my sex ed teacher
I took a picture of his ID so i could remember how to spell his last name and facebook stalk him later...I think he saw me do it
yeah, but the first step is admitting you have a problem, the next step is kidnapping him
Sunday is the day of rest.
As in, whatever liquor is left after last night, you have to drink the rest.
He fell on top of me at a party. I slept with him a week later. We've been fucking for 2 moths. Most successful relationship ever.
All I remember from the concert was leaving in an RV full of middle aged people playing circle of death
Vegas is great, yelled at a guy 4 lanes over if he wanted a bj. ended up having sex in a vacant lot. I think he was homeless.
I asked if I could borrow some condoms. She referred to herself as "a soup kitchen for whores".
He invited to drink but spelled forties wrong so no thx
Me too...I'm driving to work trying to figure out if I put my pants on the right way.
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