Nope, Im Irish and pissed with some drunk mixed in...therefore punching things is the best solution to every problem.
maybe tonight we can turn coloring into a drinking game
Oh god the guy I took underwear from at the bar is trying to add me as a friend on facebook now.
We have 10 gallons of home brew. And james has an amazonian blow dart weapon that sticks in bags and the wall. Come over
He's trying to impress me with how much money he makes. How does he know me so well?
The moment you ate chicken nuggets out of your purse you were my hero.
Where the hell did i get chicken nuggets from
I'm going as either a recovering alcoholic, or as a guy who came to the party straight from work. Too literal?
PA to anyone at the party last night and wondering where your pants are: they are in my backyard.
Wesley I'm sober and my body hurts. There wasn't much trust in any of those falls.
I have a third degree burn on my inner thigh from the blunt dropping on me in the car
It was Thanksgiving sex. I was thankful for it. Need I say more?
He told me I smelled like fruit loops and then bit me on the tit
bitch i am allowed to be rude i just fought cold hard porcelain with my face
Whatever he got a sick blow job and his high school fantasy was fulfilled
And that's what dreams are made of
*hilary duff crying in the background*
Who was that dick in the suit telling us to stop drinking?
The priest.
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