We all need desperate help. Maybe we should just become a group of people who walk around town and shit in peoples air vents
I'm down.
I woke up with the wrong plaid-shirted guy in my bed.
Here's an idea...how about I take shots by myself and drunk dial you around noon?
Dude its 315 and I'm sitting here eating slices of cheese. Don't talk to me about tomorrow.
Don't blame the cocaine for your eating disorder.
Well, it was good.. One step forward for my vaj.. One giant leap backwards for my integrity.
Just to prove a point, she called and ordered a pizza 10 min before she ordered the blow and it still got here first. I may never leave LA.
I told you!!! And that is why he's the drug dealer to the stars.
I can't drink with the moms anymore. All they talk about is lactating.
I JUST ATE A STRANGE BURRITO, I SHOULD NOT BE EXPECTED TO KNOW ANYTHING RIGHT NOW.
We can just chill or day drink or smoke or watch law and order marathon or play just dance 4 or watch a movie or go to the movies or play hide and seek or hug, so many options
I got hammered with my chem professor at 4:30. I'm pretty sure that can't be topped by any real sort of institution.
The paramedics said she just kept whispering "I just wanted to party"
Uhmmmm is there really any way to tactfully ask "you into me jerking you off with my feet... or nah" cause if you find one let me know 😂
Just to clear things up, yes you did lick the strippers butt
will a lunchtime blow job make it better?
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