i just told my boss to make it rain at camelot later...what is wrong with me?
Hot guy, man whore rep, huge crush, alcohol that will fuck you up. I fail to see how this could go wrong
Fuck that. Livers are so overdramatic and attention hungry.
He smothers me through text. I can't even image what he'd be like in person.
I'm spooning a three legged dog right now. Started drinking whiskey with Breakfast. Best part about being biracial is Irish cousins. Dog Pic Attahed
There is a good chance that the other night after a wedding reception i was at that i mailed you a drink coaster.
I just invented spray cheese vodka. tastes real nasty but does the trick.
Tell them you aren't trying to make money, you are just the mr rogers of weed,its such a good feeling a very good feeling the feeling you know that were friends
do you remember when we thought we were both knocked up by the same guy like two days apart and would have half twins? Thats a best friend moment.
We're 17 hours into a 3 day weekend, and he's already shitfaced. He fell of the dock TWICE and insisted on wearing a life jacket on dry land.
I have decided that today will be all about indulgence and hedonism.
He managed to crash an entire train of shopping carts into a wall. I think he noticed my implants.
all a girl really needs is a few good pair of leggings and a drug dealer that delivers.
I'm going through what feels like a break up with beer. I'm emotionally distraught from it's lack of presence.
He told me that he had never gotten a blow job. I sat there for a second, then thought "I MUST FIX THIS!" It was fucking fantastic.
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