real busy. everything is packed. thats why we ended up at the strip club
So I have to ask... did I meet your lumberjack expectations? I mean, minus the red flannel and all.
Listen, I'm 30. If it doesnt involve a super soaker and some chicken wings, you can count me out.
On the bright side, at least we arent the generation raised by fucked up teen moms.
I'm in the bar bathroom about to pass out. But it's ok cause I set my alarm to go off for last call.
no more heavy drinking durning the lady that cleans the office told me i have to emtpy my own thrash if i puke in it
Vodka shot parachutes
Fucking utilizing a thrid story dorm room
They should have to wear some identification that warns you to stay away. Like one of those cones dogs wear to keep them from biting stitches. CONE OF SHAME.
Thats not what we're looking for. I want this kid to suck a lolly pop out of a stripper's snatch.
I found my hair extensions. They were in my hamper.
Conversations we need to have while high 1) how mermaids reproduce 2) if blind people hallucinate what do they see 3) reincarnation
Did my roommate wake up in your girlfriend's apartment in drag again?
LOOK, I was 19, and I made a lot of choices with my crotch which I'm weirdly proud of
Yes dear.
I thought accidentally shaving off my fingertip while trying to shave my butthole was going to be the most unexpected part of my day, but no
I honestly think sometimes all you need is a $2 alcoholic punch poured from a jug into a big glass to feel better. I guess abblebees is my new problematic fav
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