Getting high on the stoop of a brownstone in the middle oh harlem. Doesn't get much more hey arnold than this.
I may have just googled Muppet Treasure Island drinking game
There are apples in the microwave and a cup of twigs in the fridge. I think she's hiding in the pantry, I can hear her giggling. Leaving her to it.
The worst part was I wasn't conscious enough to move out of the way, I knew i was being puked on but I couldn't move.
I know. I know. The man who pulled me from my mother's womb was the same man who had his fingers in my vagina today. My life is a joke. I don't know how to feel about this.
Tequila me may have very bluntly told him that I wanted to touch his abs.
I'm afraid you are becoming too bourgeois with your switch from boxed wine to bottled.
Come part with me. By you sleep! No fun. Idek feelings Sorry for your life.
Nope not happening. When I close my eyes the floor moves. I'm going to enjoy this free roller coaster.
There is a chick wearing some guy's shirt wrapped around her waist as a skirt... She's flashing her panties to everyone as she sings karaoke. You need to get here.
There really needs to be a redbox for wine because I want some but too lazy to walk into a store
hell hath no fury like a questionably-gay best friend scorned
my entire left arm went numb
you need to get that checked to make sure you're not wired to have strokes instead of orgasms
I mean I only got hit in the ass with ONE firework
You had sex with him AND his man bun. Like not just him but also the bun.
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