hey its robert, we just made out in the backyeard. i'm inside now and you should come to the bathroom and meet me.
So i decided to deal with the awkwardness of last night by making out with all three of them
we didnt fuck last night. again. seriously, his place is like where dreams go to die.
We're so high we're finding things in the room to build a submarine with. So far we have two cardboard boxes, a piece of wood, puffy paint, and an empty bottle to use as a periscope.
We made a percocet pizza. And then i made an unfortunate decision.
We watched 'the mighty ducks' last night and took shots every time someone quacked. I woke up this morning wearing a nothing but a hockey jersey laying next to him on the floor. He was wearing a goalie mask. I really wish I knew what happened.
If Bret Micheals dies..will VH1 have to go off the air?
Making a drinking game out of jeopardy does not mean you studied..
Had no idea what his name was when I woke up. Went through his desk, found his tax records. Ben. And loaded.
i think we should start 2012 by becoming clean and sober for awhile and buckle down
ppsyche im wasted where are you
I drank butter last night, who am I to judge?
Mike found the condom wrapper on the washing machine and looked at me and said "Magnum? NICE girl. Get that nut!" then proceeded to puke in a cup
Buying her a drink is like giving a seagull a French fry, all you're gonna do is get annoyed and shit on
I was passed out in a bathroom stall. Of course im going to look like shit
My hands smell like vagina and ham.
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