Yeah. I hotboxed a windbreaker.
My vagina has officially become a vortex for sexually confused frat guys.
Either allow it in a formal toast or i will drunkenly tell your in-laws while i'm dancing on their table. either way, the truth is coming out
I puked in the coffee maker. I wouldn't make coffee tomorrow morning if I were you
just chugged some gatorade and threw it up. todays gonna be awesome
they bet me shots that I couldn't give people piggyback rides around the club just cause I'm 125lbs and a girl...I had a line forming after the third guy.
I'm sorry but I have to break up with you. My wife is pregnant and can't have a girlfriend too.
When I finally got there you were bleeding all over and you just kept saying over and over that the dog was your only friend at the party.
your drunk ass trust falled a guy double fisting bud limes and as a result your head bounced off the patio table. So that might explain the stitches on the back of your head.
of course we have a beer bong
how else would we feed our christmas tree
She walks around topless and loves making sandwiches. That's how a one-night stand turned intoa relationship
I just saw my 7th grade teacher at the club. We had a pretty good talk over drinks. Turns out we both like dancing on tables.
dude, I felt like being high in a Santa hat and eating five boxes of cookies was right for today.
He also wore a doorag last night so i had to swipe left.
There is sex in the air. Be careful where you walk.
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