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...
mornings like this make me wish i was morman.
You know that bakery that Sandra Bullock's sister owns?
The one in Montpelier?
yeah, well it doesn't exist anymore. VT's one fucking claim to fame closed.
Don't take this the wrong way but I just mistook a trash can for you
Dude, we took our shirts off and set our chest hair on fire. That's a low point.
You raise a valid concern
Just know that as we speak i am injecting vodka into gushers
At one point in time, he cried and said I didn't appreciate him.
We shot off some fireworks at 12 and then I orchestrated the group singing of god bless the USA all while wearing a don't tread on me flag as a cape. I repped hard.
Just traded a shot of whiskey for a warm PBR on public transit. It's that's sort of night already.
You shouted, "LOOK I'M HAWKEYE," and beaned mike with a dildo from across the room.
I just told my mother my "if there are drugs I'm only taking them if I don't have to pay" rule and witnessed her perception of my shatter and crumble behind her eyes.
But there's never enough margarita money.
This is going to be one of those situations where we lose a day, isn't it
If you magically turned into a tall white gay guy, ignore this message. If not, then I'm sure someone has your fb password.
That moment when I wear the same thing I did to a motel nooner to my family's Christmas party... Ho Hoety Ho bitches
If hypothetically I needed to puke on the bus... how would I go about doing this.
Randomize
