Not sure what happened last night, but there are four mini bikes outside and some guy is wearing my shirt passed out in the breakfast nook. Won't be telling the grand kids about this one.
I am totally the chick from Intervention who barfs up wine and then re-eats it.
Can we comment on the fact that at five thirty this morning, security woke me up in the hotel lobby, in my underwear, and some random guys winter coat?
apparently he couldn't remember my name so he refereed to me as whats-her-boobs and everyone knew that it was me he was talking about
I feel like I shouldn't be doing my banking stoned. But I bought a new bowl. Her name is Sharpe. Pronounced Shar-Pay.
If we could never, ever tell mike i pissed in his closet, that would be really really great
Agreed. And i highly doubt it could be awkward. You do remember our introduction was a direct result of you mentioning your affinity for my genitals, right?
But mostly the blowjob in the airport bathroom was what I was laughing at.
I hope your fat roommate breaks the bunkbed and crushes you in your sleep
Drinking and pointing where stuff needs to go is hard stuff.
he pushed me in the lake knowing full well I had joints on me. that's drug-abuse!!
Our sibling relationship has really blossomed into a wonderful mutual acceptance of sluttyness
I am at 99 matches in less than 24 hours, I need a tinder rehab program
We were too tired to finish having sex so we just stopped to eat the cheesecake and passed out. I didn't mind
I miss all the tiny banana hammocks... When can I go back to ogling? I can do it from a lot farther than six feet without any complaints.
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