How is it? Sketchville?
cheap drinks and peanuts cancel out any form of sketchiness
Last night was an abortion. I might need a publicist.
I am pretty sure I told him the clouds were earth's purest filtration system and that snow was the rarest and most delicious water in the world. My lips are burning because we ate so much.
Ive been tazing him too get him immuned. He will be unstopable.
yeah, but the likliness of me finding my husband at a party where the facebook event is titled "NEW YEARS EVE SHIT SHOW" is highly unlikely
so why are there three stressed gay men and a bowl of vomit in the smoke room?
I thought making out with his sister would be a great way of meeting him. But it backfired.
I think she's perpetually drunk
It's all she knows
how do you play pong handcuffed?
I shaved my legs and got a bikini wax, I don't care what I take home as long as it has a penis
I can't find the remote or the Doritos. Someone call 911. S.O.S. I sent this in Braille.
I may be asexual, but I owe you a solid from yesterday. I am a man of my word.
The dominatrix coworker is currently listening to pop music that has been translated into an Irish dialect and sung by high school kids. Every day gets weirder here.
Lest it die in the depths of eternal drunken recall denial...we peed in the street. Middle of the street. Simultaneously. Peed. Street. Middle of street.
She was blacked out at her own party. It felt good to stand next to her while she laid on the floor and say "vomit does not look good on you."
Randomize
