I don't know how I got that girl last night. I feel like seal right now sans the scars
The world would be so much better with thought bubbles.
we were watching porn and trying to copy the position they were doing now i think my hip is dislocated
vicodin is the reason why I believe in magic
he asked me to have sex with him by saying 'take one for the team'. so no we didn't do it.
Ran into that hot funeral director in the bar two days after the wake. pretty sure we drunk made out.
Grandpa would have been proud
There was a lot going on. It was easy to miss a 70 foot tall puppet.
Were not alcoholics, were just impatient for fridays
after she pushed someone down the stairs to get more vodka we lost her for a while and found her on the pole in the garage pouring water on herself
The bouncer was being really rude for no reason. Steph PICKED him up and physically MOVED him from our path on the way out.
Well thats the pro of going out drinking with a pro body builder. Even if its a girl.
It started with jello shots. It ended with tears.
They broke our car window and then wrote "great night" on the next
The point remains that this is the setup for some great stories
Or terrible, horrifying, traumatic experiences
great clearly means different things to us
If he comes over I probably get to fuck him and if he doesn't I don't have to pay him the $60 I owe him for weed. It's a win-win situation.
The dogs decided to play a new game called "Who Can Scream the Loudest?"
I won.
Randomize
