I'm in a strip club that reminds me of a crack house from the 80's.
i either bought an eighteen year old girl or i'm engaged to her... i'm not quite sure
I've blown a few things in my day
I'm not high anymore, I decide when it's done.
i study at coffee shops because all these damn artsy people motivate me to work towards a real job.
I woke up to my dog trying to clean my vagina.
Robbie told me you spent 10 mins discussing the curl in his hair and that you said "with that curl in your hair, you'll go far"
You going to have to be more specific than the night we blew an 8ball off the toilet..
It's a 2 hour train ride a 7 in the morning, of course we're bringing alcohol
I'm laying in bed with a case of beer,.. That's how this break up is going..
I was trying to get everyone to go to the bar but I puked on my hands, so nobody took me seriously.
I keep thinking your bag of thongs is a bag of chips. So mad I can't eat them.
Yeah, first date. First take a pic of him to circulate around for your friends and than have him fill out a short penis questionnaire. Seems completely legit to me.
you yelled, puked and cried then passed out in the fetal position in your underwear
This town reeks of teen pregnancy.
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