The weather is perfect in Seattle right now. Warm enough for girls to not wear bras, but cold enough for me to see them nipping out in the shade.
I have no memory of puking on someone. Was he cute?
I'm so hungover, I actually considered rolling down the stairs to avoid walking.
Best idea ever: Giving hobos a beer and having a chugging contest to win another beer. Most fun I have had downtown in a while.
Are you scared? I basically plan on us looking like giant drunk skittles
college stoner meal of the day: microwaved nutrigrain bars
I'm on acid right now in three feet of snow. I NEEEED YOOOOUUUU
Are you okay?
I went home with a 38 year old guy in a kilt, do I look okay!
The difference in our lives is summed up perfectly in that you woke up next to a 6'4" guy with an accent and I woke up next to an unwrapped piece of string cheese.
She told me she was the Publishers Clearing House of Dicks. Two dicks a day, everyday for life.
Acid king. Jackson puked a lot. Promoter booth. Angry security. No acid. Probably a good thing.
That awkward moment when your drug dealer pulls your boss out of the snow
He doesn't have much of a personality but he makes up for it with his sexual prowess
keeper.
we live vicariously through your huge boobs
We should write a country song: “Blacked Out on a Sunday”
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