somehow in between the body shots the bong hits and trying to convince the 7-11 lady to let me fill up my vodka bottle with cherry slurpee. i misplaced my car.
I jsut got pulled over and passed the sobritaty test.
Good thing spelling doesn't count.
i told her that i loved her pillow breasts and then she asked me if i wanted to motor boat them. so yea, i do need the room tonite.
My mom said I should get that 'not fucking anybody' problem fixed.
He said my breasts were God's way of making up to him for all the shit he's had to endure in his life.
This place doesnt have redbull or serve shots. Its like they are at war with fun.
vodka bottle broke. scooping it out of the plastic tub with a shot glass into a sprite bottle using a ziplock bag as a funnel and straining the glass out with paper towels. good thursday night?
I lost count after the 4th body shot but I think I'm wearing at least 3 different peoples clothes.
There is nacho cheese and blood everywhere.
You had me at "mimosas" several texts ago.
My ex was there, the 2 girls I'm seeing showed up and I had a pocket full of VIP passes 2 the strip club. Had all the makings of an epic night but I fell asleep at the bar.
Guess whose hungry like a hippo: this bitch.
I think I got into an argument with my cat's former owner about what a BDSM relationship entails.
If I'm able to walk tomorrow morning, I'm gonna be really disappointed with myself...
The night got way more interesting after Jimmy started doing summersaults in front of the bar.
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