Nope, Im Irish and pissed with some drunk mixed in...therefore punching things is the best solution to every problem.
I feel like I'm one of those people who someone looks at and thinks "how did she get into this college"
I found out what happened to that girls weave last night. It was draped over a bush in my backyard.
Definitely contact high. Thirty miles an hour listening too i can see clearly now wanting too eat the steering wheel
Im eating these cheese filled pretzels. So good. Theres jizz dripping out places i didnt even know i had.
I know it I should, but it's kinda nice. It's smells like unbridled enthusiasm and copious amounts of melt your face off sex.
I have a LOT of reasons to worry about radical feminists taking my lady balls, frankly. A lot.
There is a midget driving a powered tricycle around town. I am not drunk, stoned, or lying.
It's whatever. Titanic is about to be on and we have wine, which is basically crying juice. Leo, Kate, and I will be having a lovely, pants free evening.
Rob and I are cross faded and the only one taking care of us is a drunk person who's making us dance.
Giant stained glass jesus is judging my black pleather pants
He was like the most intimidating looking guy you've seen in your life except he was really shittily doing the two step
How'd your date go last night?
Well I blacked out at 1:30 and woke up naked in not-my-date's bed with an uneaten Jimmy John's sandwich.
Just saw the pics from the bachelor party. When the hell did we go to southie. And why was there a chicken in the limo..? You guys really are my best friends.
I probably should have told her I was actually the drunkest one there before she let me pierce her ear
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