She had been watching Bad Girls Club where the annoying girl always says "I RUN L.A.". After she got wasted she kept going up to strangers at the bar yelling "I RUN FAYETTEVILLE." I peed in her drink.
I decided that just having that story under my belt and being able to tell it to my grandchildren is worth the regrets of the evening.
normally i'm against accepting campers on facebook but this one saw me giving head to another counselor and didn't say shit about it to my boss so i feel like shes earned the right to look at my sloppy drunk pictures
I am a mess. Weirdest thing: I woke up with a hammer under my pillow. No idea why.
He offered but I said no. I didn't think it'd be cool to accept cupcakes in the mens room of a gentlemans club.
We already established this. No, he did not cum on the dog.
It was only 12:11 and I needed to make a Pepto Latte and call it a night, I don't remember that being part of my new years resolution.
She's going to get preggers, drop out of school, and end up working at mcdonalds. Great for our mcdoubles habit but bad for her future.
She asked me to head butt her and after half a bottle of whiskey that seemed reasonable.
Curled up in the fetal position, trying not to throw up or think about my future, and humming songs from musicals to myself. You?
It's was about average. But he had a tat on his thigh that said "pull-out n' rollout" so I won't have to worry about a round two request.
Just so you know, I woke up with 2 oven mits in my bed and no clothes on.
I just fell off a roof. So I'm kinda chillin for a minute.
when I called the strip club they said there was a note with my credit card. "girl who punched guy in throat" fuck daytona
QUICK FAX ME THE BALL
Not how faxing works at all btw
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