I'm calling you out on twitter if you don't come over right now.
duuuude. vodka popsicles DO NOT function.
The sweet smell of jungle juice and bad decisions is calling our name.
He told me he felt like he shoud say thank you and as a prize i could keep anything from his room that i wanted.
next time we drink: battle shots.
battle shots or battle shits? if its the first, explain. if its the second I think I figured it out.
the only way I will be happy is if my gallon spiderman bucket is full of either popcorn, nutella and peanut butter, or fried rice. CHOOSE WISELY.
You could make a naked club. One member, you. One president, you.
Come over. We're getting stoned and watching DogTV
He licked my mouth. I felt like I was making out with my dog.
You know what? The sex was so bad that I don't even care that I gave him strep.
So we are in the middle of sex and his brother knocks on the door and says "dude I just wanted to know if you want to see the fish I got tonight"
someone commented on last weekends photos impressed that so many homeless people wanted to take pictures with us. weird that those "homeless people" are our friends... right?
So I've already made 5 bad decisions today, wyd?
He bent me in ways I couldn't imagine.. and im a gymnast.
Apparently I gave a guy a hand job on the dance floor. ON THE DANCE FLOOR.
Randomize
