real busy. everything is packed. thats why we ended up at the strip club
I'm single ladies-ing it in my kitchen alone. after I just made an intense new breakup cd and before I drown my sorrows by marinating alone in my jacuzzi later. I cant tell if this is a new low or a new high
I did something stupid with eggs call me when you get up. Cops were also involved.
would you kill someone to have someone deliver pancakes to you when you were high?
no normal human would even think about making waldo slutty but you
You have permanently scared my back with your nails. I would like to congratulate you on a job well done.
Theres a handprint of sauce on my frig, one streaked across my face, a trail of it to my bedroom and sauce all in my bed and i have no idea what the fuck i ate.
Moral of the story: If you're gonna throw a glass of wine in a guy's face, don't do it in your own kitchen.
we found him. outside on the balcony, sitting on a bucket, with his pants off, swearing he was'nt taking a dump
This place smells like bottom shelf liquor and broken dreams
You challenged yourself to walk backwards all the way to the bar... And you did
one minute he's happily playing with a lighter and the next thing I know, he's screaming and the swing set is on fire
.As long as you're some how patriotic with your sexual escapades, I can support it.
Last thing I remember I was riding on a picnic table being hauled around by a lawn mower with an empty case of bud light on my head...
Last time I was blackout at Cowbells I was running around screaming “WHERES THE BLOOOWWWW”
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