So, I woke up to an empty bottle of scotch and a dead car. The last thing I remember are the strippers being mad at me. Awesome night.
Feels good to be wearing underwear again though...
its a saturday night. im home alone watching legally blonde, eating week old birthday cake and drinking milk out of the carton. so yeah im doing real well
He told me his mother taught him that move. What the hell do I say to that?
Yeah go get her. And don't bring her clothes I want her to walk back in her Christmas stocking dress. Take pictures.
I've decided, even as much fun as it sounds, I don't care for his sodomy box.
I enjoyed our heart to heart in the trunk on the way to the stripclub
I love that the power of margaritas brought us back together.
please visit steve this weekend, he is getting mature and responsible and shit which scares me.
i cannot be the only guy who has bought the every day with rachael ray magazine for use as porn
I vaguely remember Matt shouting something about "GET ON MY LEVEL!" at the bartender before he attempted to order a case of tequila from him.
U thinks that's bad? He told me that he had to envision high school wrestling in order to bust a nut with some girl
He was the only one not on Xanax so he holds the key to what actually happened last night
We've been staking out a taco bell for 2 hours trying to find last night's one night stand
I am eating a king sized snickers in the strip club. Good morning.
Honestly, if you don't have a lawsuit pending against you by this time tomorrow, I'll be impressed.
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