What's wrong?
Long week. Sore muscles. Bad back. Hangover. Mini-keg. Crazy ex-wife. Unavailable love-interest. Dead celebrity families. Republicans.
Pussy.
Just once id like a girl to say to me in the dracula voice, i want...to suck...your dick...
never trust anyone who drives a pt cruiser.... write that down
I'm really tired of your booty call eating my fruity pebbles.
I feel like we had some profound moment last night, but I can't really recall much past your ass turning up the volume on the radio.
Champagne pong turned into an expensive and painful experience.
This is worse then when all the pharmacists sang me happy birthday while I was buying plan b
College: when you wake up drunk without pants and wearing a Cosby sweater
Dude just bought the table 3 bottles of champaign and broke one on the floor as his "signature" and he makes me want this recession hit harder
downside - we got stuck at the intersection before the santa clause parade started and had to wait for it to end. upside - i got frontrow seats and a blow job to the santa clause parade.
Well I'm going to hell. But I'm going after multiple orgasms.
You called it motorboating but you just snot rocketed into my tits.
I've never been this drunk around this many toddlers
What happened last night dude?
YOU SHIT ON MY FUCKING COFFE TABLE THATS WHAT FUCKING HAPPENED!!!
you going clubbing tonight?
well its tuesday isnt it
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