If there's ever a time when I've matured to the point that I don't want to look at camera-phone-titties, go ahead and bury me in a shallow grave by the railroad tracks.
organizing the empties. That sober.
You sucked on the drag queens heel. It got that rough.
You didn't know it was a gay bar until the 7th guy rejected you. You were crying because you thought it was just a bad night. No more for you.
Puuuub goooolf. Being trashed at 830 never felt so right
Dude what hole are you on?....and its 9:15
hole5. 2 under par. irish nachos
Nah its cool some of my cousins have fucked the same girls and brought them on family vacations and everything.
He's currently surrounded by roughly 23 girls he fucked and never called. He may not make it out of here. Bar of doom? Or of redemption?
Who takes their shirt off at the bar?! Classy broad
I do. In all fairness there was someone else's blood on it.
Best line overheard at the bar: "This is the last time I'm shaving my ass for him...I mean we just broke up".
My eczema on my back is flaring up so he rubbed coconut oil on it while we were boning down. If that's not a picture of 8 years married I dunno what is.
Same I threw up in 3 different cities already today
we're at the bar celebrating my ex bootycall getting his new gf pregnant... and me narrowly escaping a future as kitty foreman
snapping my married booty call and next thing I know a plan b ad pops up
my face feels like mints and my body feels like tingles
I'm not big on drama but you need to put your pants on and leave.
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