Conclusion from last night: Sometimes being classy isn't as fun as making out with a guy on a pooltable in a bar. Happy birthday, Canada.
No one goes out in public like that, unless they do anal
you went around and groping mens pants to see "which was worthy" of you to go home with.
dude, I just walked in on your little brother changing clothes...I'm ashamed to say I noticed, but that kid has as MASSIVE cock...
Yeah...we all know. it's the elephant in the room at family gatherings.
that is a frighteningly accurate metaphor for it.
You would think that someone would have been sober enough to object to vodka bong races.
She's doing shots in her underwear, a fur hat and mittens. I'm never coming home.
luckily my workout playlist doubles as a masturbation playlist.
after last night my drinking related hospital bracelet collection is up to 13
My face feels like its stuck between a ball sack and an asshole.
When you get to his house tomorrow, follow your instincts. Find the cat first.
I give you full permission to fuck a rando on my air mattress.
I can officially say I had a blunt rolled on my ass
Our DD painted my costume on me for tonight. The strippers have been teaching him how to paint costumes.
You went to a drug deal in a onesie.
Your shirt... Was in my pants
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