Its about making memories worth repressing
he just told me about his fetish for rubbing grape jelly on his penis.
I feel like tequila is Gods way of lighting my fuse to do something awesome
i'm having a wet tshirt contest with myself and yet i'm still losing
i just spent 10 minutes talking to the lady who works at taco bell about my romantic situation.
You're going to have to tell him your name isn't Ivor McTruckson eventually.
We eventually get in a cab (after david tried to hail multiple regular cars and some sort of shuttle bus)
He puked, did more shots, and then pissed in a drawer. We thought it was bad enough and all of a sudden...boom-clothes come off and he passes out with slippers and a styrofoam hat on and a guitar hero guitar in hand pretending he was slash.
I guess birthday shots aren't always the answer
I just threw up blood. Also i just remembered i got hit in the face with a 2 by 4.
It was a karaoke bar combined with a liquor store and had a donkey pen in the back.
Keeping it classy as usual I see
His IQ level must rival that of a comatosed aardvark.
he walked up looked at my boobs then looked at my eyes then looked at my boobs again smiled and said "can I get you and the girls a shot "
I'll accept that I'm a woo girl. Just not the drunk cowboy hat wearing bar mongering twat bag type
Just had an emotional break through with the dog. That high.
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