and in the morning, while we were eating breakfast, she was all " i think someone sneezed into my shirt..." she'll never know.
They both told everyone they fell in a mud puddle
Oh they definetly fell in the mud, repeatedly, on top of each other
I have absolutely nothing sober to say to you.
Apparently my gaydar only works on americans. Frenchie capris has two topless chicks in our kitchen making him breakfast.
update: last drink of the night and im naked in my porch hammock. life is good.
She's more than welcome to come too, so long as she has gotten over that me being responsible for the death of her cat thing.
Just because its your birthday does not mean u can play quarters by dropping quarters into cups to make me drink.
Pre-drinking/conditioning my liver for this impending hurricane party associated with cat. 2 hurricane Irene. Be ready to roll in a weather channel minute.
He's going to let me keep his bowl in my car. Does that make us Facebook official?
Made a pan flute out of the varyingly empty beer bottles on the table. Played a glorious tune that paid tribute to the winds.
Broken leg sex is fun because I just get to lay there
you know what? fuck you, fuck your nana, and ESPECIALLY FUCK THE BLACKHAWKS.
All I want is a wedding with a dress and a veil and where I can go and my cat can go.
Lol, yeah it'll be fun,but will it be cereal and dick pics fun?
Act your age.
I am. I'm acting like a drunk 20 year old.
Randomize
