I've spent too much of my life staring at my bberry and counting to 5 to see if it blinks
how do i tell her that i need alcohol to fuck her but at the same time i cant get a hard on with alcohol.
No need to clean the puke on the driveway. The squirrel is eating it up.
The irony of calling it Pride is that you do things that no one should be proud of.
It' a whole new level of walk of shame. I'm carrying his sheets since I have a washer/dryer.
When I came home you were using a glowstick to eat peanut butter from the jar.
vodka bottle broke. scooping it out of the plastic tub with a shot glass into a sprite bottle using a ziplock bag as a funnel and straining the glass out with paper towels. good thursday night?
no one is here. wer drinking in the beer garden in the dark and we stole a bucket of blue paint off the sidewalk. now her legs are blue.
underwater hpnotiq shots? sure why not.
I'm trying to have a "pick me up from my house so I can get completely annihilated night" any takers? Cmon people this is what friends are for
Putting a breathalyzer in a bar is a horrible idea. But I won
I thought i lost my bra, but when i went back to help clean it was hanging up on the wall
My RA just sigh me high as fuck acting like a zombie and scratching at my door. Thoughts?
All I wanted was a couple of orgasms before work, is that too much to ask?!
Is she still on a quest to lick every stranger that enters the bar, or have the restraining orders reached critical mass?
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