I solve my problems like an adult, at the strip club drinking on a work night.
Apparently he doesn't remember leaving the bar
If I spent $100 at the bar and didn't get laid I wouldn't want to remember anything either
the last thing i remember is you screaming lets hunt humans.
I wish I could donate my sober boners to my whiskey dick
watchout when you come home, dougs at the top of the stairs naked eating doritos
It's not every day you get to see a girl fuck herself with a pickle.
Can you explain my first weekend back, because there a lot of blacked out gaps and 32 friend requests i would like to know about
My mouth holds just enough water for my bong
He just broke up w his most recent gf again, wish I could message her and be like it's not you he's gay.
What are you doing and how can I add sex in there
Remember when there was a happier time when people could all hang out together with out the awkwardness of the fact that she stole $1000 and cheated on a brother with another brother !?!??
He's so twisted that he's acting out Dragon Ball-Z by himself. The Tanquray and THC combo doesn't play around.
My FitBit tracked the calories I burned during sex. Hello 2015!
So it's official the pockets of my work apron exist solely for the purpose of secretly flipping off asshole customers and not losing my job.
This night could easily degenerate into a drunken haze of strippers and gambling, but I need a support network.
Randomize
