I don't remember her name, but I do remember yelling at her from the balcony of the hotel room during her walk of shame.
You tipped the bathroom lady $20 and then yelled "IT'S YOUR LUCKY DAAAAAAAY" at her.
in mid cry she says "I can be a whore if I want to"
The sweet smell of jungle juice and bad decisions is calling our name.
I'm never telling my kids not to take ecstasy, never. Idk what my mom was thinking.
Lesbian sex in an alleyway drunk.
He wants a "vagina fling" before he commits to dick for life. I'm gonna allow it.
he's just a really huge penis that sells weed
Know what's awesome? Flying a mini helicopter while you shit.
But here's the wonderful thing about us. It's us. You could invite me over, get really wasted and end up sleeping with someone else and id be there in the morning to take you to breakfast.
Your heart is a swirling cauldron of blackness that does not pump blood but rather a sludgey mixture of evil and broken dreams.
HE GAVE ME ONE OF HIS BEERS.
YOU'RE THE CHOSEN ONE.
You got kicked out after 30 minutes, 3 beers and 2 shots. Group record. Also you kept rubbing his belly and calling him buddha.
She doesn't even know his real name...he just keeps calling himself Hans the Third
My disapointment is making my balls hurt :(
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