I'm playing the Jersey Shore drinking game by myself at my mom's house. Things like this are not okay after college.
margarita wednesday is really going to dip into new year's eve thursday
My porch is a mess of peanut butter and tostitos...thanks for that.
That's why they call him "the cheesegrater".
he forgot there was a midterm today. i watched him break his own finger to get out of it.
he's drinking beer at home in his underwear tonight and if you want to come over the dresscode is underwear only. And you have to bring beer.
She is banging on the liquor store door begging them to let her come in.
My clit is not a Gobstopper. Cut it out.
Gees I domt know what your deal was. You kept looking at Nick and shaking your head frantically and doing a weird motion with your hands
Tgat was the small dick alert
You told me my blanket felt like ground beef.
You just kept walking around in a circle saying "well played 6th street well played" before falling over.
I feel like we need to find him and explain that if the two of them would just fuck he'd understand.
So I'm getting really old. I feel asleep for a booty call that I initiated. The struggle is real.
The only alcohol at my aunts was mikes hard so I drank 9 of them and puked in the master bath
Good god, my descendants are going to be fucked.
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