so we had a 20 minute conversation and created the fb page WWND (what would Nana do?) last night after we took our Ambien...that is my definition of an overachiever
used foursquare to find where i am. please come get me. this is the scariest bedroom ever.
i love being in ibiza. their hotels are much more receptive to walking around naked in the lobby than our american ones.
you sat up and said "i'm the worst kind of roommate, the drunk kind"
Okay I woke up in my room, snuggie on, had a water bottle in my hand my tv was on Disney channel and my cigarettes are gone. And I deleted every text in my phone but one that said 'you are absolutely welcome'
I owe you 20 bucks. My blood work did show liver damage.
i'm already feeling the tequila hangover i'm going to have on friday
no. 1 rule of bromania: no females
My contribution to the dinner party was a bottle of vodka and a bag of uncooked potatoes. I felt like a Russian serf.
I don't care. I'll text you about my butthole whenever I please. That's what you signed up for in this relationship.
His ass WILL be my cock's next vacation home.
I wish I had a dick so I could say shit like that.
I wish you looked at me the way you looked at my brothers penis
What did we do last night and why in the fuck were there carrots in my pocket?
Dude. All I know is that I woke up on the floor with two naked chicks who don't speak English.
Clutch
We still getting married? Or were you day drinking
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