I left the party when things started to get crazy... and when I say crazy I mean: there was puke on the carpet, Evan was passed out behind a plant, Mary was making out with her ex while her present bf was making out with Nancy. Not to mention that someone fisted the wall. Also - someone is sleeping on your lawn - they might be dead, I didn't check. Later.
I closed that bar. Sang every Beatles song in the book. Made Somoan friends.
If you dont, I will tell Dad you are gay.
Fine, and I will tell him you fucked his business partner
Previous statement retracted.
other girls like to lick balls but none of them live for it like u do
Lost is over, my longest committed relationship is coming to an end.
people who like being in relationships make me feel bad about myself.
i just got on a party bus. i think i left my belly button at the bar.
he said he would handcuff me to his penis. thats not even possible. i want to go home.
You know it's time to cut back when your unemployed drug dealer roommate tells you that you party too hard.
The party got hot, we all started raging, took off some clothes, someone threw me in the shower and we all kept raging. Nude Rager, I was there at the point of conception.
Are there any plans to where i might need to be dressed semi-nicely or is it a "pants optional" weekend?
"YOU ALWAYS BEEN A HOE YOU ALWAYS GONE BE A HOE. THAT'S JUST THE WAY IT'S GONE BE." overheard at temple
Oh yeah. I pretty much fucked the universes brains out lastnight. It was glorious.
never let me tell the bartender to cut me off, i basically told on myself
I just found a condom in my jolly ranchers bag. This is a good omen.
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