I discovered the grieving process is shock, denial, anger...and then something about drinking until you puke on yourself
Eating in charleston sc at a seafood place called "hymans". Like normal I had no problem finding it.
His little brother walked in on us. Six times.
he was playing drums on rock band as i poured bailey's into his mouth. tell me that's not a bonding moment.
I may still return these pants. Depends how much they smell like alcohol by tmrw morning. I've already spilled once.
note to self: an IV pole is no substitute for a stripper pole. Written it on my ankle cast.
I just wanted to let you know that this afternoon I took a piss at the same toliet you drank out of on New Years Eve.
Am I texting you while being used as a stripper pole by two half-naked women? hint: I am.
Get caught with marijuana. Cop takes piece. Buy new bong. Circle of fun.
We just taught the Brazilian how to smoke out of a vuvuzela.
Nothing screams fatass like a pizza that doesn't fit in your car
Is cereal technically a soup?
Fuck, I'm high.
I am walking funny today. And it's sad because it's from the bad encounter with the sidewalk rather than a good encounter with a stripper
For a pair of gay men you destroy a lot of vagina.
Just masturbating and watching Sports Center...is this what it's like to be a guy?!
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