I need your advice and before you say it, no, it cannot be solved by a blow job
You clearly don't understand the power you wield with your mouth.
cliffnotes. writing studyguide on last pack of smokes. glad this semester is over.
All i remember is people cheering me on to drink faster than the dog, out of the dog's bowl. I just couldn't stop.
He went into the alley to piss and came back a minute later with a case of Bud Select. I'm speechless.
Remind me tomorrow that I was taking shots of burnetts in the subway line while placing my order
I could probably do something when Im able to get enough strength to think about thinking about to stand.
Moral of the story is go have sex with a foreigner and report back to me.
You are so predictable. I am willing to bet 20$ that instead of going out you are sitting on your couch, stoned, watching Seinfield re-runs and eating cheezits.
1. they're goldfish. 2 fuck you
My taste buds are fucked up, everything tastes like fire after last night.
Oh god I want to come home! They have an air raid siren here that alerts their neighbours across the desert it's time to come over on atvs and drink.
They had to take me to the ER because I got a concussion in a parking garage. Not partying with lesbians for a while
I guess what I'm trying to get to is that my dog sneezed on my dick earlier and its really taken the joy out of my evening.
Like I thought me shitting my pants was bad today... Then the election happened.
I just drunkenly signed my mortgage application...
Is this how the global financial crisis happened?
So drinking that old rum that I found in the ceiling of my dorm was prob not my best idea. But good news: my puke was so colorful b/c of all the skittles i ate
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