A guy at the bar bought me a jag bomb because I'm the chick that frosts his donuts at KT. Never have I been more proud of being a failure at life.
On the one hand, she would be the biggest mistake of my year. On the other hand, she's here and drunk.
he squeezed my boobs like he didn't know what else to do with them, then turned down head...
told you he was gay.
I cant talk about it right now or let you guess, but its something you and i would do. Kinda like that time we had the case of beer and went bowling
You hooked up with minors in a golf cart?
to which he commented "you must really like me on top". I didn't have the heart to tell him that was the only way the room stopped spinning
I had some like war flashbacks of giving someone a handjob and i was trying to figure out who it was.
Just a smidgen more estrogen and shed be golden
She's got a legit dose of dude going on
No kidding. All she needs is a cheek full of chewing tobacco and I'd have fucked John wayne.
I'm trying to pinpoint the moment when "don't do anything I wouldn't do" became bad advise.
I'm just gonna pretend you didn't ask me that. I'll sweep that shattered moment of our friendship under the shame rug.
The bachelor party was supposed to stay local but I think were in mexico.
I peed in front of kids, unfortunately
No problem...what are friends for if they can't rub eachothers genitals.
Last night I realized my life is an experiment of really bad decisions when I had to leave without my underwear. But at least I'm expanding my life experience.
We are bad people. This is why we are friends. <3
are you the reason the first floor girls' bathroom smells like weed?
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