let me put it this way. im never saying "join in or get out" again unless i know whos in the room.
I should hang a sign above my bed that says "get hard or go home."�
i'm having flashbacks of crying and telling you i was made out of egg salad.
I'm soaked in beer, and I think blood. Why did we think we could tap a keg with a hammer?
Well idk about you but my nose is all recovered for the weekend.
I think we should roll her a welcome back, sorry your godmom's on life support blunt.
i vomited out of my nose in three different houses so far, i will be back for my boots tomorrow
I JUST ATE A STRANGE BURRITO, I SHOULD NOT BE EXPECTED TO KNOW ANYTHING RIGHT NOW.
And then my hands went numb and no one believed me so I started putting peoples cigarettes out on them. Shitty idea i'll tell you that much
Thanks for fucking me in last night
TUCKING. TUCKING ME IN LAST NIGHT
Oh my god. That was the best half-hour of my life that didn't involve genitals.
Then you're three pancakes deep in regret.
I decided to have a date tonight. Back on horse I go. Or aiming to be on a horse cock one day. You know. However that metaphor goes.
Pretty sure I got at least one girl to question her sexuality at the Christmas party last night
Santi's no longer allowed to buy booze in my lane. Last thing I need is a midlife crisis looking at his Id again.
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