We just made watching Intervention into a drinking game. We drink everytime someone does drungs.
the boobs are fake... i feel like i just found out santa isn't real.
Did Kevin really put his bar tab under the name Hercules last night?
literally. a puddle of blood. on the floor. still searching for the source
There's strippers and bear every where so ether you gave me the wrong address or this is the coolest birthday party thrown for a seven year old ever.
You know our reunion in two weeks shall be a drunken bikini clad magical adventure right
As his dick went in he shouted GOAL at the top of his voice.
We have started to decorate penises.
You're dating a nurse! That's smart, you never know when you'll have a medical emergency. Probably liver failure.
There should be an open time period where you show each other your goods and it's totally socially acceptable to bail.
I wholeheartedly concur
So "I hate myself Mondays" has extended to Tuesday this week. I just had peanut butter and a glass of wine for lunch.
I was standing in my mom's kitchen in only my neon green thong, eating pizza over the garbage can, and sobbing while he was yelling at me.
When I come home and take my bra off and I'm served with a perfect grilled cheese along with a glass of wine. Priceless.
I'm so festive that I used my jack o lantern bucket as a just in case barf bin
leads to pukin, then cryin, then 24hr masturbatin binge, then cryin again and finally a combination of all 3
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