And I was somehow convinced to wash the glassware at the bar topless.
it's ok. you also told me I can feel free to vomit on your blow dryer sometime.
Did I tell you I had a charge show up for $36 on a credit card I haven't used in 6 months from Wild Wings? It was that night we slept across the street from the bar.
Wow way to turn my death into an oppurtunity to get laid
Pre-drinking/conditioning my liver for this impending hurricane party associated with cat. 2 hurricane Irene. Be ready to roll in a weather channel minute.
Definitely sounds like it's time for some eggs with a side of strap on
The worst thing about it is now I have to find someone else to fuck in the library.
And I was chasing apple pie moonshine (provided by cops) with bud light limeys. In a golf cart, wearing a tiara.
Still not sure if my open-bar-week-long-trip to Cuba is the best idea as a congratulations-for-my-sober-february-challenge. My liver might just explode and give up.
I'll have you know my trust issues and my daddy issues are two COMPLETELY different topics of conversation.
I just got a lecture from your coked out sister about the monetary value of Dothraki hair braids. Take her home.
I'm glad our friendship can withstand laughing mid-blowjob during the diarrhea scene in Dumb & Dumber.
Unless he's under 18, in which case you put him back where you found him this instant.
IM ON THE WEIRD DRUGS AND I JUST SAW THAT TOM HARDY THING NOW I WANT TO HUMP
I don't know how much expertise I could offer. My best advice is, "don't drown, for god's sake don't drown"
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