She was sucking his dick at Seacrets outside bar in front of all of us...her friends kept coming over crying and yelling "Tiffany stop it"
and I didnt even know his name until this morning when we were laying in bed and he referred to himself in the 3rd person.
I don't care if you go out, because at the end of the night I know i'll be the one fucking you.
that was completely unnecessary, true, but unnecessary
so exactly how many freshman chicks did i tell to call me "the tripod"?
I know it sounds like a good idea, but doing Spanish homework at a bar just because the owners are Mexican and they give us margaritas really wasn't the best decision.
There are flashing lights and a man dressed as Santa with a bullhorn in my cul de sac.
I'm not sure if this is awesome or scary.
Another reason why I like dubstep now, it makes me feel even higher than I already am.
Pictures of drunk me in a bike helmet are like McDonald's collectible toys. There's sooo many, but NO ONE has seen all of them.
don't do it for the experience, do it for the story. now get your ass in that bedroom
I wore home his HoHoHo boxers. I've never felt such a connection to an article of clothing.
In my defense, who let the drunk girl run around with a sack of broken glass unsupervise?
A guy who takes a plate of chicken tenders away from us is not to be trusted or slept with
Grandma is high again and locked herself in the house
Kids music just accidentally came on at this party. I didn't know how many stoners were here until they all sang along.
I might be a bit late, couldn't find my pants and had to go to the police station. Unrelated
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