My whole home page is your drunken face booking, congrats.
I think we should urban dictionary "drive of shame." It involves a sprint to your car in his underwear and shirt, surreptitiously trying to put on your bra on at stoplights without attracting attention from neighboring cars, and lurking in your car a block from home so you can know when your roommate leaves for work.
her eyes looked like someone had poured fruit punch in them. needless to say we had a good time.
I miss having pregnancy scares ....at least i knew i was having a good time
I just saw a midget ride by on a scooter...wearing a bowtie and a helmet. My life is complete.
Can the rest of this semester just go by as a montage?
while we were making out your friend starting kissing my toes and all you had to say was "just go with it"
The fire breather is here so I may get my second wind.
bleeding from the face, sitting in a shopping cart and holding a wad of ripped caution tape. what else would i be doing?
Woke up covered in green glitter and beer. I am never leaving Ireland.
If you've ever wanted to get filthy in a Catholic church before 2 on a Wednesday, I might be your guy.
I sincerely thought making it to McDonalds by 10:00am was a shoe-in but it appears that I need to adjust my zoom when looking at the map before walking to places.
I'm the one on the patio wearing underwear. Holding a pipe. Pigtail and glasses. Can't miss me.
I'm the man of the house if we're referring to livers.
Do you know anything about how the saran wrap ended up on my toilet seat?
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