They keep asking what you are doing. I told them to quit calling her "what."
I just got wrote up for "repeatedly smelling like alcohol"
That was long passed due.
It was like little house on the drunk prairie.
Princesses don't give blow jobs
As it would turn out, "jesusssssss" is not the password to enter Faith Chapel's wifi network.
He tipped the stripper with quarters. After that not even the waitress would talk to us. I had to move to another table to get a lapdance
The world is my kaleidiscope. I see whatever the alcohol wants me to.
The one thing I know about living in Vegas is the closest I'll ever come to being a father is singing the theme song from Full House to a garbage can while I eat an entire birthday cake.
Malt liquor mondays...better in theory.
My new dealer is 16. I have been getting high longer than he has been alive.
I don't see the problem
sorry for laughing and taking pictures while you were having an asthma attack on st. patricks day
I think I passed out drunk at my own jewelry party
I'm trying to find a fanny pack so I can bring pizza on my run
So you just held his hand and he fucking came...?
You chased a rabbit then knocked on a police car and asked the cop "if he saw where that little bastard went."
Randomize
