just had a super intense, drunken debate about which blink182 member is the most fuckable. i got so mad i left the room. new low.
and that's why we call him explosion in my pants. no one remembers his real name.
All I remember is yelling at him to admit he liked Bon Jovi, then accusing him of giving love a bad name.
He snuck into some random hotel's continental breakfast at 3 AM and then passed out on a bench in the lobby. When the cops found him they made him empty out his pockets. No phone, no ID just muffins.
This is so pathetic it makes me miss snorting lines alone in my room listening to 'one more drink'.
At a St Pats house party. Just raised $110 for two short chicks to crawl into a dog cage together. Video forthcoming. Respect.
I asked what you thought of her and you replied not the biggest I have had
Just so you know my hand is still healing from where you drunkenly clawed me last Saturday
I though he and I knew each other well enough that we could go to my hotel room to do a bunch of cocaine together without their being any homoerotic implications, but NOOOOOOOOO!
Im just an angry damaged little elf who wanders around and tries to find drugs.
There's a 50-50 shot that I will wake up with an ass tattoo tomorrow.
well, you know. whores of a feather.
my gyno just used the expression "dick around." too far?
When i was leaving for work this morning, i realized the neighbor was passed out drunk, with no pants, and a half eaten whopper on my lawn. Knowing that hey..we have all been there before.. i decided to give him a pillow and a blanket rather than wake him up.
she crawled a good forty meters just to whisper in my ear... "dildon't"
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