I wouldn't necessarily call it an addiction, more of a passion. I'm habitually passionate.
Nope it's a specific set of cards not like a normal ace, queen king thing....kinda like UNO, but instead of yelling UNO you get shitfaced
I used a physics textbook to prop her up so she wouldn't choke on her vomit...see I have learned something from statics class.
You didn't have enough money so you tried to convince the cashier that "four dollar foot long" rolled off the tongue better. Stop drinking. Immediately.
She has a facebook friends list called oops. theres 33 people in it. she said its all the guys she regrets fucking.
chugging beers on the train. people are staring. I would be offended if it wasn't 8:30
My only regret is that I have but one penis to give to your vagina.
Lesson of the night: never take shots out of a bottle you found under a couch in a frat house. I have no idea where I am
And for some reason I just want to have sex with EVERYTHING
Can't even walk I haven't tried talking but I probably can't do that either
If your boss lets you sleep on his couch, you don't pay him back by boning his daughter.
I'll get him an axe as a present. So he can break out of his closet. That axe being my penis.
I made a nest in his bed. I'm not leaving
he invited me over. we listened to jazz, smoked weed, then cerebrally fucked each other over a three hour game of chess
Thanks for supporting me through Robs retirement. I'm still in shock, but your dick helped.
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