i don't remember her name, but i don't need it unless we decide to hook up again. but even then, i can get away with not knowing it for a while. it's not like we have actual conversations.
i'm watching the fashion show on bravo
you're cheating on project runway?
if you can't score coke, you buy crack.
the spit in my mouth is still 99% not mine.
the only thing i remember last nigh is talking to some chick for thirty minutes about cheese.
matt and i tucked you in... you REFUSED to move your head from under the bed.
I walked out of the store holding my face and a lady pulled her daughter away from me as I then threwup in the parking lot
this is not real life
it never is. after midnight never counts.
can't blv i tried using a "backpack" as a unit of measurement...i drank a lot of beer last night
She showed up in lingerie and a turtle backpack full of bacardi. I think its love.
He challenged me to a drink off, I couldn't just say no. It was a matter of pride really.
And as he was cursing your name from the bathroom you were ordering yourself another drink on his tab. The poor bastard had no clue you were a pro drunk
I think my boss gives me work off weekends because he doesn't want me showing up hungover anymore..
wrestling a boy for fruit? sounds suspiciously like foreplay...
how much do I hate his dog? was just googling to see if you can rent a hungry eagle for the weekend hate.
dude igloo, 4 foot bong, and 3 grams of blue dream. will you be my eskimo buddy?
sometimes i forget what nice tits i have and then i spend a month brushing my teeth naked in the front of the bathroom mirror, and i remember.
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