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last night was a success...if success means i don't remember the guy's name and my panties are somewhere in the parking lot behind the bar
My dream in life is to scissor with Ellen. I don't care if I've got a dick. I'll make it work.
I am choosing my outfit based on how fast I can get it off. Please help.
God is so good, I would give him a blow job right now.
my boob sweat smells like rotting zombie flesh
is this your pickup line?
1. No more tequila 2. Why do you let me say slutty things? 3. I woke up and our apartment was covered in cake? 4. Love you
all i remember is stealing his cheesepuffs and shaving my vagina in the hotel lobby
I'm glad you trust me to be your sex stat keeper.
Jordan and I are drunk and barred out at the liquor store sitting in the awesome $70 Corona bench bargaining with the owner for a lower price, all while passing the Belvedere bottle between the two of us. Real life. College has down this.
We've completely outdone ourselves. We packaged a collective total of six grams of pot and salvia into little bowl-sized tinfoil capsules. It's totally impossible to tell which is which without comparing, every Friday from now on we pick one out and see what the fuck happens
Well, I'm at the grocery store wondering whether I exist or not.
I'm using my breathalyzer result sheet as a coaster for my 40.
Drinking Fireball means never having to say you're sorry. Unless its at you're arraignment.
Who showers for four hours?!
It was like a tropical nap.
I think I'm a wingman for every guy who bangs a girl I scarred in highschool.
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