Thats the last time I go out drinking with my Irish friends. Two shots of flaming sambucca = bar on fire. I was only trying to high five the barman.
they just did a mariachi cover of free bird
I dinstinctly remember making out to "I believe I can fly" and waving my arms like a bird to the beat.
jess passed out on the pong table. it was depressing until we started singing shania twain an hour later and heard her muffled voice singing along.
Ryan just walked out of his frat house with a case of beer, a 6 dollar bottle of vodka, and a pillow. He's good to go.
shes perfect for him. shes never seen a penis so she has nothing to compare his to.
I'm pretty sure blacking out is a coping mechanism.
It looks like the misc $300 credit card fraud might have been our taxi cab driver who wouldn't take boobs as payment. No wonder...
We'll wreck the fuck out of my furniture. How often does one really get the chance to fuck through a table with no negative consequences?
Serious question: Should I volunteer to get tazered? My instincts say no but my wild side says yes.
did i really sing to your nipples last night?
yes. and it was oddly very seductive
I am sleeping in the bathtub because my bed is too soft.
So yeah he had good weed?
WHY IS THERE NO EMOJI FOR "FUCK MY MOM JUST SAW MY SEX BRUISES?!"
You made out with both twins? Ten points to you!
That was the most spiritually awakened shit I have ever taken.
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