What kind of poor, pathetic town do we live in where a horny teenage girl is sitting in her basement on a saturday night, unlaid?
when your friendship is based on dead babies and vodka there is a delicate balance. lesson learned. for what its worth, you are still my number one.
Is it bad to go up to the security desk and ask them for the name of the guy I signed in last night? I have absolutley no clue
You kept whispering, no one does me like Jimmy Johns does me.
Where can I buy a trophy for a Groupie Award?
She had sex with a merch guy. . . band guys make you groupies, Merch guys just means she's easy.
Lame. Party is tapping out at 4am. Even chanting "USA" didn't rally them.
juast therw a cheeeeesestirng over the fnce. stuckit to sombodys car winheild... gonna luagh if i find it mlted in the mrning.
I'm responsible for my client's overall well-being. Which is terrifying coming from someone that can't stop masturbating and eats leftover pizza just about everyday.
Get you some cowboy.
In that sentence you are the cowboy. That is not saying you should get a cowboy for yourself.
All three of us got laid last night. This is what is commonly referred to as the Trifuckta.
Still drunk on my morning "run" which has turned into a walk. Just burped fireball
I just forgot I was standing up.
Also, what day were you thinkin we should trip balls at the children's museum?
I literally have a pirate chest of slutty clothing.
apparently i ended up downloading "thats amore", giving him head, and singing it... all at the same time
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