At a bar where three women in denim shorts are debating techniques and skillsets for wrangling goats. You stay classy Delaware.
She rubs her butt on the bed & then she growls..
we convinced you the moon was a planet...again
I wish i could put a picture of my ass of my resume...that seems to be the only way i will ever get hired
I am at the point where deciding not to drink alone is worth a rocky music montage in and of itself.
I feel like a fucked a broomstick last night. You get a gold star.
Protocol on turning down a date from someone in the House of Representatives?
Nope, I'm sticking to passive aggressive punishments. Like mismatching his socks and cumming on his leather couch. OCD is so wonderful.
Walk of shaming dressed as a zombie hunter. This hangover feels like the actual apocalypse.
I just watch that 70s show all day and blaze whenever they do. It's nice being part of the circle
Impressive. I've never gotten straight denied and then chased the guy naked out of my own apt. I'll remember that next time.
No more twerking this week. I think I dislocated a boob.
It was a mess. I sat on the kitchen floor with maple whiskey and cried into a bowl of poutine. I've never even been to canada
Still riding the magical train of drugs so, yeah, Id say I feel great
I took advantage of the fact that my mentee had to go to the bathroom to throw up in the other stall. I'm going to hell for being hungover at an elementary school.
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