that's fine. btw we still need $500 for the donkey...
So pretty much, I was trying to piece last night together and remembered a point where I was pointing to you heart then touching your face. I'm not sure that I ever translated that to "I like your personality better than your looks" but that's what I meant
I just remembered we were doing butt clenching exercising with bar straws last night
aaaannd alcoholism beats pride. it's like grown-up rock, paper, scissors
I need to figure out what I wanna do with my life.
There are margaritas in the freezer still.
I forgot how wholesome of a place a park is when youre not drinking there.
My brother is wearing glitter eyeshadow and split leg skinny jeans
You've been usurped as King of the Gays
You challenged yourself to walk backwards all the way to the bar... And you did
I'm watching sex and the city with my wine and Wendy's. I'm not sure if this is single woman empowerment or not.
Someone shat in our tub last night. I'm not pointing fingers but you priors make you a prime suspect.
Either I think of sex like a man, or all the men in Vegas are women.
Also-when I die, I want it to be with my arms above my head so that when rigor mortis sets in, my breasts are perky.
Not sure but if it exists I will find it and I will fill my face with it
After you smoke one night. Just whisper in a barely audible voice, "Grey Poupon"
Did you poop on the roof?
WTH?
Is that a no?
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