So, how was the dinner
Just like the ex wife, cold, fatty, and expensive.
So I pulled my t-shirt down, pushed my boobs up and marched right into that church!
Street performer on bourbon st just lifted a sewer top so I could puke down it. I love New Orleans.
You called in. Quitter. You stayed at home naked drinking again didnt you.
Just wrestled a cop. He won my shorts. I won my freedom. In fishnets and army boots. still headed to the party. would appreciate pants, but not necessary.
Only thing I got out of his drunken Spanish is something that sounded like "pencil sharpener." Damn rosetta stone.
she was literally 3 feet away from the garbage can, said she couldn't make it, and then proceeded to vomit on the floor in front of everyone in the restaurant
They are stoned and trying to learn sign language together. It's like watching a chimp waving at itself in a mirror.
be right there i have to get my cape
No more house parties. We're almost fucking 30 years old and I slept until 6 pm.
A 5 day bender that ended with refusing to pay my bar tab before I left the city. I offered to send them a selfie so they knew to never let me back in.
What happened?
New Orleans
Every time
Sara can't come to the phone right now. She's currently having an in-depth conversation with a flower pot.
His phone started ringing when we were pulled over and he said 'hold on, this is most likely more important than you', proceeded to answer it and agree to work sunday, then hung up, looked at the cop and told him to continue.
Of course my parents remember you. You showed them your tits
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