the meat mosque collapsed into the alcohol moat
It's like my ice maker knows when I wanna get drunk
thank you for letting me use your house as a brothel.
What can I say? When alcohol is my motivation, I can move mountains.
Sunday Funday has been cancelled indefinitely, due to lack of self control of all parties involved.
Okay I know I said I was going to quit drinking for a while but apparently pumpkin pie flavored vodka is a thing and I will not rest until I have some.
My walk of shame this morning would have been much less obvious if it hadn't been 6:30 in the morning and I wasn't walking through downtown Nashville in a Steeler jersey.
i just deleted him from my phone. and yes... I did just text you this from less than 20 feet away.
I'm not judging.. I sure as hell am not getting out of my bed to come talk to you about this. but i support your decision
I'll be thirty in eight months. I think my goal is too stop changing my pants in the parking lot at work by then.
the amount of times i have been intoxicated, barefoot, and in a robe at 3 am at the quick check by your house is impressive, especially since i live an hour away
Did you ever think you lost your bong and then you find it in the weirdest place? I mean, who leaves their bong in the shower?
And I'm laying here struggling with the notion that I need to put pants on.
I have to stay away from bourbon. Despite what it keeps telling me, it is NOT my friend.
I did put on a shirt to start the night, right?
She said she didn't care that I was gay and wants to ride the fucking rainbow
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