things it involved: vodka, boy parts, possible photos of me on a cell phone. things it did NOT involve last night: my bra, his pants, and sobriety.
No, don't worry. We're not going to get THAT arrested.
I feel like i made up for not being able to drink on St Pattys Day, Mardi Gras, and last years Cinco De Mayo. That hungover.
all i remember is being at the diner with her at 3am and her storming into the kitchen to make sure the chef gave me regular fries instead of home fries.
And the best part is that she's coming home to find that I completely shaved her dog.
Also on a more serious note, what says pull my hair more: straight or soft curls?
Another Sunday, another 100 chicken nuggets
I was riding her and she yelled "fuck me" then someone in the room next door yelled "you don't have to say it if youre doing it."
I may or may not have shit out a layer of my liver after that weekend.
yesterday you declined a drink because you "didn't want to be responsible for it" ok kanye...
Nothing shouts "I'm single" like a thousand needlepoint pillows.
this night just went from meh to biblical thanks to drunk naked yahtzee
what i'd really like is a nice helping of naked boyfriend with a side of naked boyfriend.
The party was Hollywood themed and I won an oscar for "finest ass in a leading role"
Nothing like having a family watch you dry heave at the end of the dock
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