It's pouring out. I am cold, wet, and miserable.... Kind of reminds me of our sleepover last night.
I just googled maps his house, and took the virtual tour back to my apartment, just so I could visualize the walk of shame in the morning
The theme is smores and alcohol. Dress appropriately.
Ok see being that I'm not present or participating your vague texts "neeeeed that" and "vagina" leave a lot to question.
As i lay in bed, clutching my face, i'm starting to believe your dick in my eye story.
No, I don't not want an upside down piggyback ride. You're drunk and there are rocks.
I found the hair cut I want on the girl in the porno I'm watching. now really sure how to show my stylist.
you reached into a lemon drop to pull out a lemon of someone else's drink..
well I think it'll pretty much be gone by Saturday. On a scale of 1- Snooki's unborn child how much do periods freak you out?
I tripped over a vacuum cleaner and fell into a beer pyramid
By the end of the first quarter he was so hammered he was pouring beer into the crockpot with the miniature hot dogs and BBQ sauce saying he loved the supper bowl and he loves taking mini weinies to the face
This is your morning-after text courtesy of your very confused friend!! :) To discuss "what the hell were you trying to tell me last night," press 1. To laugh over your drunken antics, press 2. To pretend like none of it even happened (or to respond with concurrent confusion because you have no idea), press 3.
Move ovrr Titanoc and all you others. Heres the real tale of woe. This ladys failed search for boozdy goodnezs.
I know this is super early in advance but can I borrow your horse mask on 4/20
We should leave before they realize I dumped a bowl of Fritos in your bag just in case I got hungry
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