i puked out the bus window last night on the way home. i remember it, but i don't remember everyone else screaming to put their windows up.
all ill say about last night is that we tried to stop you. oh and the bus you're on is going to nashville.
Apparently everytime he put me down to bed I escaped out the window, I faintly recall climbing into the canoe in the back yard, and air paddling.
Okay. I really need to get out of this guys bed and get home. It's two in the afternoon. He's not even HERE.
I found the hair cut I want on the girl in the porno I'm watching. now really sure how to show my stylist.
I'm not wearing underwear, I started my period this morning, and it's super windy. Recipe for disaster?
Minus the pink eye. Do I look fuckable tonight?
All I know is....there's beer in my camera. How do I know? Because I can pick up my camera,shake it and HEAR, the beer in it
Whenever I walk away from the group without saying anything, NEVER assume I'm just going to the bathroom.
It is no longer St. Patrick's Day. I should NOT still have green boobs!
as he was bent over the toilet, he turned to me and said "barbarian kyle is much stronger than regular kyle" and then went right back to puking.
Not sure. He doesn't know where New York is on a map but he gives an incredible spanking.
Who cares about New York?
My walk of shame wasn't complete until I projectile vomited clutching my truck bumper while he just smiled with that look of regret.
I refuse to plan drunken casual sex. Just think of the monster I'd create.
Mom said it is up to us to plan Thanksgiving. Hooters or Scores?
Or???
Randomize
