Do you remember peeing on the wall and then yelling at us to stop looking at your dick?
I don't remember her name, but I do remember yelling at her from the balcony of the hotel room during her walk of shame.
By connection do you mean me drunkenly grinding my ass on his lap for an extended period of time? If so, then yes, we had a "connection"
Today's dinner table topic: the probablity of my dad turning gay if he ever left my mom.
Chapter 6 - how to lose your underwear in chicago
i know it happened because it happened right beside me, and at one point on top of me.
My diabetic professor who apparently didn't eat anything all day keeps passing out. I gave him a joint. He's gonna be fine.
I walked into the bathroom of the hotel and she's in the bath tub with a guy she met a day ago. They were sharing a shrimp cocktail platter and shot gunning bud lights. Oh and it was noon.
I saw a kid peeing outback so I yelled "you have a small pecker, but its ok cuz when life gives you lemons..." and proceeded to throw lemons at him
Captain Morgan didnt let me down when i stand up it feels like the world is trying to hand me rainbows.
I don't understand or I understand perfect - if were not talking about fried chicken I'm not sure what's happening.
Is this a drinking picnic?
Is there another kind?
You're such a good friend. You send me pictures of your boobs when I'm sad. I will always appreciate that.
I look excited, but its just a facade.
I'm just trying to figure out the reason why humans wear socks....
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