oh good, I think they're gone
the painters?
my herpes
"Whiskey Cheerios" was a terribly great idea.
He didn't dress up but kept finding random pieces of costumes on the floor at each club. He was an 80s hair band warrior at the end of the night.
Bro, she used the potato bongs to make French fries after. She's deff a keeper.
I'm back here naked if anyones wondering
alright. I just need to set some ground rules, no lighting me on fire, and no broken bones. fair?
His dick was so bent it was like fucking captain hook's hand for 2 hours
She tried to subtly measure me, but I noticed. She told me I barely made the cut otherwise there would have been just a handshake as a parting gift.
Omg drank too much. Threw up in my Santa hat on the train and then of course it leaked all over me.
Oh? I just remember dropping coins and trying to give the manager change to let me back into the bar.
EVERYBODY CALM YOUR SHIT
I haven't gotten this high alone in a long time. I keep looking at the cat waiting for her to say something.
I am coming home with the worst sun burn of my life, two unused condoms, and an unworn slutty dress. Worst. Bachelorette. Party. Ever.
My favorite part was when you kept telling everyone you were being "green" by drinking straight out of the bottle so u weren't wasting a cup.
Gave a guy a blowjob in a convent. Place in hell is now secured...
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