well hello there hangover. fancy meeting you here on this BRIGHT thursday morning.
Here. I am here. I do not know where here is but it includes condom balloons, a keg castle, and a shaved goat. Do not find me...I am in post blackout heaven.
He kept singing "who's that peekin in my window" we thought he was high til we realized someone was lookin in the windows.
Let's review the facts-we're bored, we have a ton of beer, and we live 5 minutes from the zoo. This equation is easily solvable
I offered to go to AA with him...not because I am admitting I have a problem but because I want to see what they are saying about people like us.
Couldn't see or hear that well because she hit me on the back of the head with a bat. That is my excuse. Also the gin.
Turns out puking in your mask makes it even harder to see out of the mask..
Even her dad came up for the body shots. Wasn't sure what to do so I just laid there and let it happen...
I'm hungover as hell. I'm dying. I have no skin left on my knees
animal crackers drenched in taco bell mild sauce... surprisingly delightful
breakfast of champions
breakfast of stoners
I'm not taking advice from anyone I've seen passed out naked at noon on the hood of a strangers car. Meaning you.
I would go a lot of places to get laid. But I would NOT go to Staten Island.
you were on a whole other level. you went home with him because he said "you got some light ass eyes"
How far are you from my house? Do I have time to masturbate before you get here?
whole 5th of capt = waking up in the shower after 2 hours and the whole house asking why i'm STILL in a towel. and me having nothing to say
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