i just turned barefoot contessa into a drinking game. everytime she uses a knife butter or salt i drink.
is it bad that i think of my life in terms of the sims? like when i'm hitting it off with someone, i really wish a plus sign would appear above my head. and when i throw up from drinking way too much, a minus sign.
I'm seeing double. Its like being in a room full of people
doing a bong hit while wearing crest white strips...not such a great idea...
He was taking the caps off the vodka bottles and throwing them out the window so we'd have to finish them. Engineers have the best logic.
It was one of those "since we're naked anyway" type situations
I met the perfect girl for you, she's smart, likes cars, has at least one ear, and really blue eyes!
please elaborate on, "atleast one ear"
Why can't public transit accommodate my lifestyle of drinking til midnight on a Monday?
I'm sorry but that single bed couldn't hold all five of us, especially with those boobs.
woke up to see a man wearing a sailor hat and covered in vomit sneaking out the door. Epic night indeed.
If she's steering anything, it's a religious boat of crazy. Destination: Iceberg.
He was dressed up as Jesus and had vodka in one hand while he was blessing everyone and splashing them with holy water in the bathroom.
Things are very odd on my 29th hour of being awake. Thought there was a bird in my lecture hall and it was just a girl putting up her hair. What even
Im going to seductively wisper "that butters my biscuit" in your ear
its not even a love triangle. its a love square and it has come back to haunt me
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