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I'm at some bar in brklyn... just made out with a guy named Owen.
He is a pre-school teacher... just sang me a song about weather.
i have a reoccuring irrational fear i'm going to walk in on my dad masterbating. Night.
They still haven't come up with a cure for a hangover; good luck cancer.
Coming down off exstacy at a church event. Resisting the urge to dance to the church hymns.
call me tomorrow and ask me about coke-whore stripper. It hasnt happened yet, but im sure it will be plenty disappointing.
You dont remember anything at all? So you dont remember the shop down my road with the 'TO LET' sign over it? You were adamant that the 'I' had fallen off and that it used to say TOILET...so you took a shit right there in the doorway.
i woke up at 5 am and found myself wrapped in christmas lights that were plugged into the wall.
i made sure i dropped the whole "im a yoga teacher" bomb which basically roofies a guys sense of judgement and guarantees he will sleep with me.
i knew it was going to be a good night when i was bleeding, licked it and it tasted like miller light
I just noticed that my shirt smells like coffee after eating out a Barista
I asked for a dramatic "funeral" look for my makeup. They judged me.
Her roommate texted her and told her that her cat died. Now she's double-fisting bottles of wine while howling and wailing her dead cat's name. Not how I pictured this booty call.
The horrors my penis has endured I wouldn't wish upon any man.
My goal for tonight is to swipe my debit card through those weird rolls on the back of a big bald guy's head.
BECKY! ITS ANDY FROM LAST NIGHT WITH THE PILL
Andy, Sorry you have the wrong number. But good luck with Becky!
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