You work out of a Hotel?
can we please take bets on how much therapy you'll need in the future?
Also I hooked up with a trainer at my gym. Between her, the married chick, and the bartender, my life is becoming a bad porn plot.
like stop trying to get a relationship out of this when i'm clearly in the drunken mistakes part of my life.
We just had to use a designated driver to get to night class.
Drunk you is everything I aspire to be in life.
If I sleep with another Spanish guy it is officially renamed my senor year.
I'll always be here to give you immoral support.
I'll be gone when you wake up but you hit a girl so I knocked you out. Never hit a girl. Unless it's with your penis.
I just don't understand how we smoked the EXACT same thing and I feel fine but Tim's over here serenading his fifth bowl of fruit loops with Elton John's entire discography.
I have a diplomatic trade for you. My pants for your rum. Tomorrow?
Not a or good or bad impression, just that you were all basically naked playing beer bong in sombreros and ties. Casual.
He asked me if I remembered touching his police badge. awk.
We had to go. She called the bartender a thundercunt.
I swear it’s like he’s filling my soul via my vagina
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