so chris just stuck his hand between rachel's legs and yelled 'TROUT!' and we were like...you're wasted
I wish there was a non-hangover washing machine that I could stick myself in right now
It was smashing those cupcakes into my face that did it. Junk food and I don't mix.
I've been at work 30 min broke a paper towel holder a chair set a box on fire and fell down twice. Hungover Brian just reached a new level
I am way too attached to fictional lesbians.
I apparently insisted on hugging all the bushes and apologizing for pollution on the way home.
He slapped my ass and his clap-on light turned on.
I imagine my service panda will provide sufficient protection. At the very least it will be an irresistible cuddly distraction while I make good my escape.
I think pretend fucking a camel is a good thing to do downtown. They loved me.
So did I or did I not flash an entire concert last night?
The worst part about being a grammar Nazi is all the porn I skip over because the titles are misspelled
We did Irish Car Bombs out of butter trays, the influence of the retired community is astounding- I didn't know people even owned more than one butter tray.
Such a shame we didn't work out. We would've been a power couple producing NFL linemen :/
I thought I was at a rave until the paramedics started chasing me. You win again tequila.
Yea.. And you'll love me a whole lot more when I start letting my vagina make all the decisions..
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