how was the sex?
he smelled like pickles and burnt hair.
well, there's that.
TLC. RIGHT NOW. PRIMORDIAL TODDLERS.
New beer pong partner names "Bus Boys" ... We clear tables
I just was on a 20min team conference call where I didn't speak, I used a Gus Johnson soundboard online to answer questions asked to me...the highlight of 2010
I wish a night of watching Dear John and a bottle of wine could cure my herpes.
Complete silence. Background Willy Wonka music. An empty back of Lay's BBQ chips. These are the ingredients for an extreme acid trip.
If she's steering anything, it's a religious boat of crazy. Destination: Iceberg.
I just saw a bunch of drunk old guys riding on the side of a modified old fire truck yelling at cars and smoking while they looked for parking...promise we will be just like them when we grow up?
I'm craigslisting fire trucks as we speak
I know, my friend Erin took me into the bathroom at work and poured pickle juice on me.
But seriously. What possible excuse could I come up with to ditch my parents on Christmas to go fuck him?
Never underestimate the power of loudly proclaiming you want to make out with someone
I wouldn't hate if he could handle a sex only type of ship. I really don't want to use the word "relation" in front of that.
Have you ever been so high that you felt like corduroy? I'm at that level.
I got my period during my acid trip. It was weird.
Drunk me started making nachos apparently but never got to the part with the cheese. There are chips everywhere
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