how's this sound. You, me a box of pink franzia and a night full of possibilities in your basemen. I'll be me. You be you. And we'll see where it goes
being a part time student has turned me into a full time alcoholic.
I'm proud of our boobs and what they could potentially achieve in life.
My mom made me chili for when I get home from the bar. Those are the standards I expect you to live up to
Oh, and my friends believe you should reimburse me for the brazilian that was gone to waste.
I have to fuck proof my bed. It was in the middle of the room this time.
I don't know if I want to cry scream puke or go somewhere and drink more. This is such a weird emotion.
The sign say "Kereoke" strip bar. 5 more beers and ill be ready to rumble.
Well after last night I am convinced he is real life Tyler Durden. He only exists to me and somehow keeps me out of jail this entire time
You've fucked so many I should get a word bank when you make me guess these things.
Tell me how you feel about belly buttons
Go to the bar. Find a girl. Ask if she can cook. Tell her you have a guitar at home. Ask her if she wants to see it. Bring her home. Sleep with her. Tell her it's your birthday in the morning. Enjoy your made with lust breakfast.
His new girl is probably classy and boring. I bet she doesn't feed him sour patch kids while she wiggles his weiner.
You are the ghost of drunk bitches past, present, and future.
I barely trust you with my tinder, why would I let you take the staples out of my head?!
Randomize
