"Morning after" poops are always like, interesting.
Lol speaking of weird...he just sent me a naked pic of himself that said "meow" at the bottom.
All I remember is drinking vodka out of tupperware.
I love you and want you to know that you're the best friend ever and me lassoing you with a seatbelt was out of sheer affection.
Brilliant thought; pill pong.
What could go wrong?
He put chocks of wood in front of his doors to stop me from leaving. I'm not nearly drunk enough for that to be appropriate behaviour.
Hungover in church. I can feel stained glass Jesus judging me.
Fuck I forgot the furry convention was this weekend and now I'm downtown. Way too high for this shit.
I just want to drink cheap wine and throw my bra at an aging singer songwriter
I think he knows I took a picture of him. Why I don't get punched in the face more often is anyone's guess.
I had to say goodbye to one of my fuck buddies last night. He's voting for Trump, we shouldn't be doing it anyways.
Woo is fucking right, dude. Vodka night tonight. Honestly, every night pretty much seeems like vodka night lately. My liver wants to move out of my body like I gave it an eviction notice.
It makes my nipple hurt just thinking about it.
Well I just woke up to no pants, Gatorade on the headboard along with an uneaten steak, and the instinct I was a giant asshole.
God does not give you boobs that amazing to not share them with your friends
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