It's American, baby! There ain't nothin gross about America.
... They left for 10 minutes and came back with a lobster he's in the toilet downstairs
made the entire pub sing the british national anthem, puked, rallied, then peed in a telephone booth and have pictures to prove it, taking tourism to another level since 2012.
I GOT A VENDING MACHINE FOR OUR LIVING ROOM
The only thing I remember is doing a toddlers and tiaras dance routine onstage. I fucking CURTSIED.
OMG stop. Pretty feet? Sparkle baby!
Nevermind, there are three drinks waiting at the bar for me. I cannot disappoint this alcohol.
He put his name in my phone as David Hot Guy With Tattoos and I fell in love because that's what I was going to change his name to anyways
Now accepting any stories about my adventures last night, in particular why my knuckles are bleeding.
Ah, but I don't wear underwear. Every day is Commando Wednesday.
It's not a funeral, it's a celebration of life. Going commando AND braless is really just honoring him!
You know darned well I have a well-documented weakness for redheads, Subway and hand-drawn graphic novels.
You'll love it there. Trust me. Cheap tequila, pretentious beer, tall white guys who will treat you badly. Its got everything you like.
This fucking storm better not ruin my sex plans this weekend
My bookbag can hold 30+ beers. They shoulda put that on the tag bc its a big selling point
You’d probably be happy to know that I think I’ve mastered the skill of knowing “my type” and then steering clear
FINALLY. I THOUGHT THIS DAY WOULD NEVER COME!
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