If there's ever a time when I've matured to the point that I don't want to look at camera-phone-titties, go ahead and bury me in a shallow grave by the railroad tracks.
I just had my first experience getting hit on by a guy. It was really awkward, he touched my chest and invited me to a gay bar because "women get drunk and let their guard down at gay bars"
thats actually pretty good logic
shouldve known this week was gonna be bad when I threw up in my coffee mug
im seconds away from chugging that vodka and preforming the surgery on myself.
explain the broken jalepenos in my underwear drawer?
I think the pivotal moment was when we used the see and say as a drinking game with shots of whiskey. It was all downhill after that.
I don't know how I feel about the stuff we got from that guy. Me and Monty are driving through town listening to static at full blast...
She is still a psychotic unstable bitch, and is therefore PERFECT drinking game fodder
Hangover or death. Death. I'll have a slice of death please.
Bone him for me, BONE HIM TWICE FOR ME.
Before he comes over remember the house standards. Ask yourself "will he stalk my sister or myself in the future?". If the answer is yes, then no, he isn't allowed.
The drug dealer had chickens in his house so I know it was good stuff.
we're gonna read the declaration of independence and do a shot for every word he doesn't understand.
ready for a night of bad decisions, horrible moral standards, and an unhealthy amount of illegal substances.
scale of one to ten how loathsome is it to save my chocolate easter bunny to use for a topping on my edibles
Randomize
