To answer your question of whether I "went back," tits just informed me I was kicked out for falling off my barstool and passing out on the floor...
sounds like you fell off the wagon.
fuck falling off. at this point, the wagon is a dot on the horizon.
I just found out my boyfriend is cheating on me, please tell me Carl is a unisex name.
she had no gag reflex. and is an abercrombie model. i love college.
complete strangers are now referring to me as 'the bourbon guy.' i can live with this.
I think we need to find a happy medium between fried food and dicks. This could end badly.
My new dealer was watching Space Jam and eating ham off a frisbee when I went over. He's my new favorite person
I cut myself stripping on your car. Probably a profession I shouldn't pursue
Doing 9 month old dishes in my bath tub. These dishes literally had enough time to gestate a human child
I feel like we need to find him and explain that if the two of them would just fuck he'd understand.
In order to save time, dignity and liver damage, wanna get naked?
Well the streak is over, I saw a penis today
We found out if you get Ben high but stay sober yourself he is an AWESOME cook. You need to get your ass down here, this goes against everything I know to be real.
I think I'm actually too depressed to do drugs, wow.
How did people get blow jobs before text messaging?
Randomize
