I'm skeptical of all drag queens.
My dad just walked in on me screwing the chick from the bar...the look of relief on his face was sort of hurtful.
hung over. covered in somebodies makeup. and ready to drink.
walking back to the dorm.. she is flashing evryone, demanding beads. we tried to stop her and now she just keeps yelling "Bourbon st bitchesss"... you get her tomorrow
You could breast feed yourself wine!! This shit is genius!
You have all been randomly chosen to participate in a new game called: how high was I? If you have any information about this or about where my clothing items went give me a shout. Thanks an good luck.
And if I hated you I'd probably say things like, "I never want to speak to you again," or, "Eat a bag of dicks." That's how you'd know.
You drink it until you puke in a vent one time and it's ruined forever.
He asked me to hum the Ghost Busters theme song as I was going down on him
is there a way to say "yea i broke my wrist cause i fell down some stairs while tripping my face off on acid" without actually saying it?
And I'm sorry for punching you in the face when I drunkenly threw my sandwich
ROB LOWE. SO BEAUTIFUL. SO DOUCHEY. SO HARD TO SPELL HIS NAME WHEN DRUNK.
It would be magical, all 2 min of it.
you going clubbing tonight?
well its tuesday isnt it
she wouldnt leave because they were playing One Direction. I'm dating a thirteen year old.
Randomize
