The more I sober up, the more sick I am/realize how weird dancing around a wine bottle was
and in the morning, while we were eating breakfast, she was all " i think someone sneezed into my shirt..." she'll never know.
i now have a sippy cup solely for the purpose of drinking alcohol out of...am i an alcoholic?
And as far as being fat goes I just did like 20 minutes of p90x and now i'm eating frosting out of the container....
Although, I did get to see a Raiders fan and his toothless girlfriend get roughed up by the police and dragged out of the stadium. So the night wasn't a total loss.
I just want to see him this morning so I can bask in my wasted accomplishment.
I just wanna be like "dude your gf's on a porn site" but i just dont know if i have the heart.
He brought wine and beer. I'll put my pants on for wine and beer.
It was almost as bad as the time I peed on the floor of the Pentagon's subway station.
Vegas is great, yelled at a guy 4 lanes over if he wanted a bj. ended up having sex in a vacant lot. I think he was homeless.
She needs sedatives and a leash
And the next morning he asked me why I had clothes on so I said so that he could take them off again.
all night she kept rolling over and mumbling something about wanting an extendable retractable urethra.
I cannot, in good conscience, let you talk to a guy who wears Chaps and a knit beanie
fuck st louis. fuck their hockey. fuck their basball. fuck their football if they still got it. fuck their tiddlywinks teamm. fuck their ribs. fuck their entire city. what im trying to say is i dont like st louis
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