Good. I was naked most of the night. But sometimes I would wear my tux vest...But only my tux vest. It was classy
I didn't think it was possible for the human body to be physically dependant on weed until I moved in with this kid
yo dibs on the gosselin haired one.
So my teacher figured out I made a drinking game out of her lecture. Once my drink was gone she let us out. Happy St. Patricks day class. Your welcome
I do have sympathy for you. It's just not going to manifest as a blow job.
I'd be a gr8 surrogate. I'm gonna love your fetus
Um I think everyone drunk and there's some douche on violin.
Ha ha. You should see the things I'm doing to my body at Bob Evans.
your drunk ass trust falled a guy double fisting bud limes and as a result your head bounced off the patio table. So that might explain the stitches on the back of your head.
There's a mouse. In the house. By the cans. With some pans. Release the cat. To eat his hat. Sorry about the mess. Of my breakfest.
No but seriously, there's a fucking mouse in the house by the beer cans
I'm at work, and just realized I the beer smell I keep getting random whiffs of is my bra. I fail at life.
Quick! What do I wear on a 4 hour road trip with an older guy in the army I had pantomime sex with in a hotel a few months ago?
I don't think people appreciate how hard it is to fuck in a portapotty. Sarah and I had train for that shit.
I'm in my onesie attempting to spoon-feed myself cold soup. I'm playing freeze tag with my hangover. My hangover's winning.
I vote we just hike, drink, and destroy dick
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