so it turns out, not only do the doormen judge the girls I bring home, but they rate them.
You want to move to a city because of their promotional beer pricing
So?
This is why you shouldn't make decisions
dont worry it didnt get any better. she locked herself in his room and was screaming at the top of her lungs "IM GUNA PEE ON YOUR BED"
It wasn't a threesome, it was me making out with one while looking at the other one screaming "does this make you jealous?"
He licked the chalk off his shirt, then spat the Mountain Dew from his mouth onto the shirt and sucked on it. And thats him sober.
I don't think I have but I might've died. If I have then come get me, I'm in the flower bed. And still game.
i think we should start 2012 by becoming clean and sober for awhile and buckle down
ppsyche im wasted where are you
When did our fuck buddy relationship, turn into me babysitting his dog?
I threw up on my way to work while listening to "the good times are killing me". this award goes to modest mouse for creating the most poetic puke ever
how many dildos make it a "collection?"
Btw if you ever get emails that pretty much contain 'bwahhhhh jatkkvsweuo' it's safe to assume it's me.
You gotta pick a side. My suggestion: side with tits.
The best part about this city is obvious. Someone saw me crouching by a bar pissing in my leftover Panera bread bowl and they just winked.
Fuck that, come home. Let's get drunk and judge people.
It’s only loud for those who wanna get loud. The bowlers are protected.
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