What are you talking about? And how drunk are you?
Both
On a scale of one to trashy, how is this: Got drunk, gave a guy a hand job. In the middle of the bar
I think you broke the trashy scale
i knew she was high when she broke up the cookies into her glass of milk and ate it like cereal
There was a guy running for some position in our government named "young boozer" hell yes I voted for him
I'm now at that point where it just feels natural to do a few shots of whisky with breakfast and then head to work
Now accepting hypotheses about how i managed to get a bruise between my boobs....
i swear, about 40% of my drunken life is spent having sex with him.
Happiness for him is a different happiness than you can supply cuz you have life standards, morals and goals that dont include the bar or beer everynight.
I'm in the room..It's full of lost souls and sadness. I can taste the salt of their tears. This final might take a few freshman today..
The bellhop gave us weed in our keycard envelop. We went down to tip him and he apparently never gets that so he just gave us more weed. Kentucky is strange
I'm sports announcer narrating myself making a sandwich. Your weed wins.
the cab driver said that we weren't the worst shit show he'd ever seen, CHALLENGE ACCEPTED!!
Basically, what i'm trying to say is, if you don't have something, excuse or gift, to satisfy my anger i am going to look you in the eye and piss on the floor.
I COULD CUT A FUCKING DIAMOND WITH MY RIGHT NIPPLE RIGHT NOW HOLY FUCK
He nailed that bed down really well so it won't break again. All I could think while he was nailing it was "challenge accepted".
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