If I sit on the seam of my jeans just the right way when the bass hits, this might be my new favorite band.
Just saw a maroon grand am stop on my street, the driver opened the door, vomited, and then drove away like nothing happened. Been there, done that.
Most fantastic sex ever until her Doberman took an interest in what we were doing. There was nothing more terrifying then feeling warm dog breath on my ballsack.
so id say it was a successful trip...i only got hit on by one cousin...
i came on her dog
She called herself a train and then took off all her clothing. I forget everything after that.
I saw you two flinging Jello at the sidewalk if that helps jog your memory.
yes we did fuck in his chapter room. yes it was demeaning. and yes, they probably will discuss it at chapter tonight.
Well, there goes the no drunk sex injuries resolution.
I'm making presurgery martini's. You need to be here.
Just quiet vomiting, and in between heaves she mumbled "be the pro"
officially hit rock bottom.. been yelling through the vent in my room to my little brother trying to convince him to get me water for the past two hours. i fear feeling the full effect of my hangover if i stand.
He made the Waffle House lady get me out of the car. This isn't a joke.
I'm far too poor to be letting my hookups wear my shirts home. I'm down to about a total of 8 shirts and have no intention of buying more
gonna guess the empty vodka bottle and open can of tuna in the bathroom drawer are related?
I woke up using a beer can as a pillow. successful party?
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