So I have to ask... did I meet your lumberjack expectations? I mean, minus the red flannel and all.
i now know how you feel when you have to walk me home. she ran into a streetlight and into garbage.
you are the weird ass hat to my lady gaga
getting caught by my parents in bed with another guy was way easier coming out than telling them over dinner like I had planned.
tuesday night obama will do an address about the oil spill at 8... it'll only be about 15 minutes... but i think thats plenty of time for a drinking game. key words "oil" "bp" and "responsibility"?
Fuck yes. Let's make bingo cards.
can you come back were all locked out and alyssia's still inside passed out on the floor but more importantly i left a beer in there that's not finished
I don't even want to think about the kind of person who would shit in the street before 10pm on a Sunday.
The goal for tonight is vagina. In and around. Doesn't matter who. How. Or why.
I'm wearing a dinosaur hat bikini cone bra over my shirt. So good things are happening
I mean your new thing is losing body parts and feeling colors so its not like we are hurting for entertainment
And my nipple is sore from him biting it. That is not a complaint.
Hi I am too sober and out of rum. Translation: I owe you some beer. Also, get better taste in beer.
When you make me feel sane and well-adjusted, it is time to reevaluate your night out habits. Just sayin'.
What's the rule for getting in fights with homeless men in suits?
Here's a rule: don't
I don't know how a coffee date turned into road head. But hey
Randomize
