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So... how did lowering your standards work out last night?
I totally just used John Mayer's lyrics to get laid.
i just woke up and "where the fuck is taco bell" was in my search engine...
isnt it creepy that our bodies make people
Be careful down there, Shane may have pooped on the carpet.
Dude I thought this was going to suck, but moving back in with my dad is like being at a frat party every night only everyone is 40 years old.
when she said she was from California you started sobbing. You begged her not to melt your popsicle because you paid good money for it and you just wanted to eat it in peace.
Was this before, or after you took my brand new bag of shredded cheese, and "Made it rain"?
she's using the space heater to try to heat up a pop-tart...
I'm finding that as the end of the quarter approaches, the list of things I refuse to do sober keeps getting longer.
I feel like we had some profound moment last night, but I can't really recall much past your ass turning up the volume on the radio.
Your cat is quite the conversationalist after some tequila and shrooms
I literally just got propositioned by a sugar daddy.
OUR DREAMS ARE BEING REALIZED. THIS IS NOT A DRILL.
You called to teach me about fire safety, meowed a whole bunch, said "I hope you are not on fire" and hung up.
Why did I wake up to grapes taped my ears ?
Sorry dude, we didn't want you to hear us. Seemed like a good idea at the time.
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