all I remember was being half naked drinking water on my hands and knees from her dogs water bowl.
How much cunt could a cunt bag punch if a cunt bag could punch cunt?
she was throwing up and singing "I HAD a feeling that tonight was going to be a good good night." And yeah she was still in her dress.
According to last night if you on the sidewalk at 12 a|m\nYour a WHORE !
I thought of you while cleaning the forehead prints off my glass doors.
I walked in on her just letting her nose bleed into her friend's hands
I just ate powdered extacy out of my wallet. I think I might have for a second of my reasonable life been on your level.
No night ever ends well that starts with "you know what this needs? More tequila".
And is it bad that I haven't talked to guys who I haven't already dated? I feel like a recycle bin.
but it was less of a make out and more of a goodnight kiss as a "thanks for giving our drunk asses a ride home and sorry we called your bar the worst bar in LA"
I just found out who gave her jelly shots. You owe me a new mattress.
Build a thousand brigdes, lick one butthole. What am I remembered for? Buttholelicking.
My roommates don't agree with the whole tv in the bathroom idea. Fucking barbarians.
Why the fuck was I face down on the floor with you mounting me like a horse anyway? I'm so confused
Never in my life have I seen a grown ass man get on all fours and attempt to buttfuck himself with the leg of a chair. I love Vegas!
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