so when we were booking the hotel and plane tickets for vegas we reserved a chapel for someone, it's inevitable.
I think this baby is eyeing my beer
The puppy is a lightweight. 3 beers and he's passed out on the floor already. I repeat, the puppy is a lightweight.
Normally I would go for him, but there's just way too much vodka under the bridge for that
I have a breathe right strip stuck to my forehead, several inexplicable bruises and I think someone tried to paint my nails with glue, but I still have my Santa hat. I'm gonna call this one a success.
I only see on penis in this picture but I assume there is another lurking out of sight.
I woke up half naked on the floor next to his bed, and his cat was staring at me like it had seen everything that i myself don't remember..
SHUN THE NONBELIEVERS. THUS SAYS THE NIPPLE LORD
well if they don't get here soon...no fuck it, I'm going to the strip club.
Saved a second guy who was crying/on the verge of wigging out. Just call me the drug whisperer.
So apparently, after 11 beers, 2 pitchers of sangria and 3 rhum & cokes, the idea of popping a load of MD and jumping on the trampoline, in the woods, in my underwear was the best one ever.
I'm on the fast track to lesbian land
Apparently, im the only one in the world who thinks Larry King is hot.
It was a glorious ass. He has amazing hands. I want to fuck him until he can't do math anymore.
No I feel the same as usual. Mopey with a chance of bitch fits.
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