Doo rag and shades in the bar. You are missing your future husband.
Gte hit a new low, I took a poopnap, passed out mid poop on the toilet.
he poured tabasco sauce in my vag.. I'm still having a hard time going to the bathroom.
you had a panic attack, pissed yourself, and started crying. you never go above the kiddie level of my lil bros schools haunted house ever again.
round 2?
EVER.
The last memory I have is vomiting into a box and her rubbing my back saying "you are such a trooper..."
The lid of our salsa is promoting a contest that ended in July '09
It felt like getting blasted with a supersoaker filled with vagina juice.
I feel like the other woman.
You ARE the other woman.
He counted every piece of macaroni in the box and then faceplanted into the bowl
Just know I'm having fun but I still have my motor functions.
And then he said he would build me a mountain dew water fountain
Marry him now.
Dude. You stood in a corner laughing your ass off while folding clothes, facing the wall. Yes, they were weed brownies..
Well, my family didn't see me in my drunken super slut state at Summerfest, so there must be a God.
If she gets mad at me, that only means more free time for me. I like to put myself I win win situations. Despite being in a relationship, I still find ways to accomplish my goals.
Im sitting on the floor of the hotel room eating nachos and drinking coffee. People should learn to embrace their hangovers
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