I coulnt tell if he was cumming or if I was throwing up
just balanced a champagne glass on my gut. thanks to beer im a living breathing tempur-pedic mattress.
my resolution for 2011 is to fuck him whenever he wants it. this year I'm going above and beyond the call of booty.
we're like Indians of the 21st century. trading not for food and survival but personal gain and by trouble you mean getting daytime drunk and going to the roller ring then yes.
He's so hot and there's so much R Kelly and vodka I think I might die.
On the bad side I puked, but on the bright side I puked lettuce which was a new experiance
Well my ankle is fucked up, everytime it pops I have a reminder of $200. Jager bomb night and the day we began to rebuild our friendship.
Four times in one night? That Energizer bunny outfit lived up to the hype.
If we could give a gymnastic score to drunken nights, I would be a part of the Fab Five.
She jumped on a table and took off her shirt and started yelling things that no one understood. For being 3, she has a dead on impression of a drunk party girl.
Today's hangover is probably top 3 of all time. Just threw up in an envelope. I'm on the ferry and didn't want to get out to puke over the side because I thought I might fall in the river.
A toast to whoever set this year's daylight savings fallback to the day after halloween, granting us another hour to detox before we pretend to be functional adults. Clearly, a partier with forethought and clear priorities. Cheers!
The vodka gummy bears are so strong. If I die of alcohol poisoning, please tell my dad it was single malt scotch.
Sitting in the dr office she literally looked at my throat and goes have you been having oral intercourse
Her hand jobs are magic. They smell like vanilla and awesomeness. She made me forget how to walk
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