The walk of shame is so much worse when you've spent the night third wheeling.
i dont know you, but i just did a line with your business card.
He was doing push ups, crunches and jogging in place in front of the restaurant. I'm not too sure I want to eat there if it requires immediate exercise following the meal.
Spent the last thirty minutes staring at the wall with Leah. It's definitly moving
I don't think he knows what shame means anymore. He gave some bar slut his sisters Tiffanys necklace, in exchange for anal.
He kept stopping sex to whisper in my ear, and the only thing I could understand was "double stuffed oreos"
If they weren't representing Obama and the White House, they definitely would've punched me in the face.
I remeber being on the roof last night and we put our heads togeather and we touched each others face and said "Hennessyyyy"
You just kept stroking his beard and thinking aloud that you wanted to rub your face all over it.
So do you know how we found out he was engaged?
An Amber Alert?
WHO THE FUCK PEED IN MY BONG
I just remembered that before we left my house I vowed to stay fully clothed and I FAILED
And two different second-graders said my make up was pretty. It's left over from last night bc I woke up 5 min before I was supposed to leave.
I'm pretty sure I smell like alcoholism and shame. And it's not a pretty scent.
you said you were going to the bathroom. we found you an hour later laying in the backyard clutching a bottle of vodka while singing the beatles and crying
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