To answer your question of whether I "went back," tits just informed me I was kicked out for falling off my barstool and passing out on the floor...
My gaydar just like overheated and exploded watching the male figure skaters on the olympics
I don't appreciate the fact that you tagged me as a giant bucket Miracle Whip.
I'm not wearing underwear, I started my period this morning, and it's super windy. Recipe for disaster?
I'm gonna let my dick speak for itself from now on. Seriously, it's always recruiting for me even after 6 hours of drinking.
Dude, you can't even imagine the trip, I actually thought that there were Care Bears sitting next to me at the bar, I'm pretty sure I started hitting on the pink one.
If by "Are you high?" u mean "Did you just pass out at Genghis Grill walking to your table and falceplant?" the answer is yes.
At this point, if I'm not getting fucked by a man in ONLY cowboy boots, it's not worth it.
He didn't even realize I was drunk. He probably just thought I loved Torchwood so much that I no longer knew how to use my thumbs
It says a lot about the way my life is going right now that 'there's no shit in your house' is fucking good news.
You know it was one hell of a night when you need to use your own thong to wipe cum off your face.
My roomate had an hour long melt down about her life choices not realizing I was in the middle of having sex... So yea it went pretty horribly.
So, I'm either with my future life partner or my future life taker. And his brother. lol. I'll let you know when I get home alive.
My dad is sitting where you rode me
you going clubbing tonight?
well its tuesday isnt it
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