Text. Mid BJ. 8 points.
they started playing Don't Stop Believin' and you had a melt down because it wasnt the Glee version
I think I'm going to die by hangover. I'm in my spanish class. So I guess I'm going to be muerte.
your dad made us margaritas and breakfast on the morning. I think it's safe to say he relives his glory days through us
i feel like this needs to be a 'lose some teeth' kind of weekend.
EARTHQUAKE STATUS DRINKING GAME
I just want to steal his innocence through his penis. I really do.
Your texting shows a blood alcohol level of .12
They conduct scientific research memoirs about what sort of shit happened last night after I ate those cookies.
I can't believe she made out with my 15 year old brother. That kid can seriously pull.
Try explaining "the nature of your relationship" to a cop when your fuck buddy vandalized your car. Priceless.
You know that feeling when you wake up and your whole body just smells like a penis?
At this point in job hunting, I'm willing to become a leather daddy if it means some sort of income.
Today's goals: get day drunk then sober up in time for the walking dead tonight.
Getting food poisoning after eating at work was the cherry on top of my "Welcome back to real life" sundae.
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