So im pretty sure the object of my emotional onterest is tired of playing with me....
six shots in, he is hammered and doing stretches before each shot
i just made my gag reflex go away.
Oh well shit happens. This is my not worried face. This is also my still decently drunk face.
she made me take her to the grocery store to buy a gallon of sweet tea and a shit ton of band aids, the cashier asked if someone was hurt and she replied "not yet.."
the guy in the stall next to me, came in, farted, laughed, and proceeded to give himself some sort of hillbilly pep talk that included the phrase "big pussy".
Did you fuck him in my garden last night?
That WOULD explain the dirt in my vagina
I was able to hide the fact that I had just shit in my pants, and then wupped her ass at FIFA
I need Jameson.
Yea? How do you think I feel? Your job during the delivery is to keep that flask ready. The moment our kid pops out, I'm taking a shot.
Just do it. I grew some lady balls and did it last year. It's your turn. Time to show what you're made of. Hit it or quit it.
Okay so.. What's with me and guys who have more than 2 nipples
yyyea i think im gonna go get a bowl and play skyrim. And by bowl i mean something i can throw up in, not weed
I got my period during my acid trip. It was weird.
Its really hard to get off when the googly eyes on your vibrator stare into your soul..
I shall relish in being the most basic of bitches
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