no its okay don't call 911, she's alive. just stopped by her house and banged on her door. she said she turned her phone off because she "had to be alone with her shame and embarassment". typical.
We had to put his head at the bottom of the driveway so the puke would run down. Now he's sleeping outside.
Last night he tried to put me in their garbage can and then sprayed me with a fire extinguisher in their kitchen...that house is always interesting
I'm drinking vodka out of a coffee pot. and i'm not even mad about it
I think we can all look back on last night and categorize it under, " reason why Cory can't be left at the bar by himself"
It's only slutty if you don't have his number. Unless there's a full moon. Then anything goes.
But the Super Mario beer pong table is more than appropriate.
I'm more worried that you thought licking a pole on Bourbon street would turn me on
like i got into his car and the beatles were playing. this kid is def getting his dick sucked
Fuck you know you drunk when you start signing the Masson impossjvke song to entourage yourself to pee
Eh, my puke tasted like lemonade, so not too bad
All I remember is an overwhelming desire for chicken nuggets...
Yes, you pinned my brother to the floor by the throat and threatened to slaughter his family if he didn't drive to mcdonalds and get you some.
So, I found your eyebrow, someone glued it in between my eyebrows so I looked like I had a unibrow when I went to work...
There was puke outside of my classroom and lecture was half empty. Damn thirsty thursday is intense
I am not a whore. I just wanted casual drinking, monogamous sex and occasional McDonald's runs.
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