My entire life is one complicated drinking game
Just waterfalled in the movie theatre... this is the beginning to a good night
i thought i'd fucked her to death. no lie. she just stopped moving.
we woke up to him feeding us cheetos at 3am. and by feeding i mean shoving them in our mouths and saying "i mean who doesn't like cheetos"
A three fingered guy just showed up with fireworks and bourbon, tonight will be entertaining.
If we can only get laid once in a blue moon, apparently this will be our month.
yeah but think of how much more hungover we'd be if we didn't steal those cookies
At what point in life does one make the conscious decision to incorporate capes into everyday life? Like, as a fashion statement?
I'm not sure how to answer that. Is it a general question or one you're wondering about for yourself? Because I don't think you're there yet.
The amount of drugs I did this weekend make me concerned about my health but at the same time fascinated to see if I could do more
I broke my heels and ended up on a random party bus where I passed out after a brief stripper pole incident.
I have been drunk every time I've gone to mexico. I do not remember mexico.
I think we can say happy hour is successful when you have frosting and southern comfort in your hair.
Yes but I said "let's get a dog" not a drunk human so some rules will be established this evening
is it fun? or sober?
Do you think the hole in the ceiling will count against our security deposit?
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