Scared. last time someone tried to talk me into they said it tastes like tapioca and i projectiled onto a closed window
he's a bartender at a gay strip club. maybe he can work his magic. with getting u in, not gay magic.
It was like a little tadpole swimming in the big ocean.
I just had a flashback of 4:30am: me hugging the toilet bowl and you handing me a jar of pickles to open. There is something seriously wrong with us.
I wish they made people sized litter boxes.
Taking my infected piercing out in the parking lot of the food card place. This is one of those life defining moments that makes me sad.
We are keeping it ultra classy drinking 40s and playing croquet with 90s rap blasting in the back ground
Given he decided my interview was a date, showed up drunk and insisted on carrying me everywhere, we weren't off to a good start.
I'm sorry I did drugs then got really loud and bitchy at your party and judged your choice in one night stands.
Ugh I can't even look at alcohol this weekend, my body needs to heal.
I'm imagining a seal in an ugly shirt hahahahaha Percocet
He put those pics of him with those girls on facebook and tagged his wife in them
Tequila 1 marriage 0
I responded like every reasonable adult would. With a gif
all i remember is arguing with the chick that yahoo was better than google
all you were doing was yelling YAHOOOOO in her face
so i won
hey, i didnt think i could be this stupid either but you dont see ME getting all judgemental about it
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