So how was last night?
Let's just say I danced with the devil
Huh?
I'm going to Hell for sure
If I had a sex resume I'd get tons of jobs.
I lost of the blow last night. Found it later in my bag labeled Fairy Dust.
I'm drinking while I write this paper. When I can't see the screen anymore I'm gonna come out
2 bagels in my tummy and my herpes on my mind
last thing I heard her say before I passed out was 'this is great. I never get to be the big spoon.'
Maybe you should go over there and lead him on and reach down his pants like he's about to get some and yank his balls.
That's the best idea I've heard all day.
I just used my glow stick from the dance to find my way in the bathroom to puke. Who wants me on their corporate team
Travis is back on this booty and burgers thing. If I'm his delivery service for food he better fuck me how I want.
He was dressed up as Jesus and had vodka in one hand while he was blessing everyone and splashing them with holy water in the bathroom.
I threw up outside of a cab while waiting in a drive thru Mexican line while others who i don't know watched from their cars while they ate. Dinner and a show.
I lost the back to your old name tag last night in a girls shirt. It got me a view of some titties though, I guess in some way you're still doing your brotherly deeds
It's ok, I did squats with my bottle of wine before I opened it. That counts as the gym since I won't be getting there haha
I WOULD NEVER MIX DICK AND MCDONALDS
You wouldn't eat with utensils. You insisted on making your own spoon out of a bendy straw and staples while singing "I'm a survivor" by Destiny's Child.
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