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BEES IN MY FUCKING PANTS. HELP.
I just woke up with the words DO IT on my hand and six beers in my purse.
Pretty sure I just has te same conversation as you. He suggested I get, sell, and fuck the hoes, and once all was said and done, that I should refer afforementioned hoes to him, to perform felatio.
When you gave me the first bj i thought 'yep, this girl is going to do great things with her life'
Go ahead. I tried to back up ur budhism story but she mite be catching on
Dammit. I hoped that would work. Just tell her I'm doing my pilgrmidge to Nepal or something.
Hate the very realistic pregnancy dreams. Like my dream when I birthed the pirate ships. SO REAL...
Sorry for feeding you peanuts last night while you were sleeping, you looked hungry.
We had sex in the tent after his 6th beer and while we were at it we had conversations with the people outside the tent.
I'm blaming hurricane Irene if I get pregnant tonight.
I will pray to the gods of eye bleach for you
The blackout version of me left a ransom note to the sober self. Somebody needs to control that guy
I've actually, minus lsat night have actually changed my drinking habits
So, we estimated there is at least 40 pounds of boob in our house.
I'm in the freezer. Shit took away any trace of hangover outa my body.
Im invoking the "no judgements" clause of our friendship.
My god, what have you done?
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