So it's 10:55am and I just woke up on the floor in the hallway on the4th floor. There should probably be no moredrinking competetions.
I just woke up under a kitchen table with my sandals taped to my feet and a corona bottle taped to my hand..
What happened to him?
He was walking right behind us then disappeared.. turns out he checked his luggage at a night club, continued to drink and dance, then slept on the 4th floor of some museum
You guys need to get along, there is no need for a pissing contest...We're all fucking each others ex's.
You kept hugging the big bouncer & feeling the other ones beard
I don't know what I wash first. My body or my puke painted car. People are judging me as I drive by.
I'm with the hottest fuckin fire fighter right now. I'm ready to fake my own death.
Chipotle just hit me... I want to go sit in the corner of the shower and cry until morning.
It's like a harem of immaturity and bad ideas...and that's coming from me
Maybe I'm nitpicking, but that looked more like how one would jerk off an elephant than it did playing air guitar.
We were getting fries and you hopped the counter and yelled "WELCOME TO GOOD BURGER HOME OF THE GOOD BURGER" and threw up
Well there's only 4 people in my class, we've watched a video, the instructors encouraged us to start using cocaine and now we are on break.
It's been productive.
Life goal: sit on his perfect beautiful David Archuleta-lookalike face
On a side note, my ex husband offered to buy me shrooms
you know maybe it wouldnt be so bad if it hadnt happened before. At least I didnt blow him this time
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