I'm pretty sure I left my reasoning skills at home last night, and just brought anger and rage with me.
i feel like a thai whore the morning after the navy left.
only you would photoshop your dick
i am already firmly committed to doing irish carbombs w/ 12 different people, and the st pattys day party doesnt start for another 24 hours. i may die
First I must say that I am disappointed to learn that you knowingly have trashy friends with whom you've not hooked me up.
I know. She seems like she getting that "need some dick" restlessness. Might explain the feisty attitude
I just canoed to the bar. I am a skilled drunk paddler.
Freshman ate returning to campus. Let Operation Slut Storm commence.
No. More. Tequila. Even the hot dog guy felt bad for me and you know that guy has seen some crazy shit.
Our foot and a bit height difference is kinda fun, except she's so tiny that after we ate burritos it looked like she was pregnant. I had a confusing bonner.
I'm giving you an age limit on the people you're allowed to hit on at steak n shake at 3 am. I can't see straight and I want a cheeseburger. You want dick. I'm sure we can't order at least one of those. But maybe.
Their children would look like the Michelin man and smell like chef Boyardee
I have the rest of my life to settle down this is totally time for friends and pizza
Drunk level: ugly crying in the bar upon discovery of sweet tarts and not smarties.
Dipping my sugar cookies in a glass of fireball and creme soda. This is holiday spirit
Randomize
