There's some strange man with hair that keeps talking to us. I'm scared.
This is how horror movies start. Going to bar with strange hair guy. He's paying. Bad idea?
Ditched hair man. Got free cab ride to market. Want food. I win.
He's a good guy, we stopped by his old church.
And you didn't burst into flames?
All four of us managed to throw up in the same bathroom at different times during the night. I think we'll get along great living together.
It was scary, we all screamed. Never make mimosas in a car.
He's going to regret telling me he doesn't care if i shave or not...
Please don't drown this weekend. It would be a shame to lose a dick like yours.
that's why i use the vibrator in the tanning bed. multitasking. plus then my rooms doesnt know how pathetic of a life i lead.
this weekend destroyed me...my brain feels like the curly fry at the bottom of the bag. GAhhh come save me
that's ecstasy for ya. now I'm kinda in the mood for jack in the box.
I said I was going to sleep an hour ago. Now I'm making plans to get high with the guy who mows your lawn.
Me ending up in the fetal position in my shower is becoming far too commonplace. It's like a weekly therapy session
In either case, seeing now as it's basically two couples, unless we're planning to have a good old fashion orgy I think this isn't going to work out so well.
She said, after pronouncing how sober she was, and I quote 'Take this bag, it's so heavy it's like 500 degrees! Wait, is it time to go? Can I run? I think I can run!' Then she ran away.
At one point we were both in the bathroom and i was taking a shit while holding your hair as you puked in the sink. Friendship.
I remember grabbing your ass. So firm. So right. I don't regret it.
I just got his Save the Dave and, to answer your next question, NO I AM NOT GOING TO THE WEDDING OF THE GUY WHO GOT DRUNK AND CAME ON MY CHEST.
Randomize
