Just wanted to let you know that if you need my services as a male dancer for his birthday, let me kno so I can clear my schedule
Nope, Im Irish and pissed with some drunk mixed in...therefore punching things is the best solution to every problem.
you kept running across the street. everytime you made it across successfully you took something off. can't believe there were no cops around...
oh thats it?
You poured sparks in your panties and NOW you're wondering why you have a UTI?
blowing a .13 at 10 AM isn't nearly as cool as I thought it would be.
The tent neighbors already set us on fire w an errant roach. How do you think Bonnaroo's going?!
I blacked out, started puking and peed on the guy I was hooking up with. Mid hand job.
How old are you? 14? Who gives hand jobs anymore?
Salt in an open wound right now.
Update: still drunk enough to get lost in Zellers and to think my reflection was my mother. Awesome day.
I have no idea. But that is beside the point bc in vegas I'm a pro vball player from Ireland and a veterinarian on the weekends
googling pictures of Lindsey Lohan so that I know what to wear to court is definitely a low point in my life
There's a patch of dead grass from where you would notoriously throw up after every good night in July. This summer was great.
You said that we all need to "head out like a boner through sweatpants and get fucked." Jager night was a success.
What started out as a one night stand ended in him texting me the next day, saying he thought he was gay.
He puked all over the side of the car and the head rest behind him...and then all he said was "America."
Taking one of the loudest shits ever at work and I have to say...I'm having a better time than I thought I would
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