we went to a bar last night, drank beer in plastic cups. I took pics w/a random kid i pulled into a photobooth & i have easy mac in my purse. I belong here.
so Brent and I ordered you a drink then realized you don't live here. I drank it.
You know your in college when you decide house chores with games of beer pong...
Just bought plan B with a coupon. Told the pharmacist I like to keep it classy.
Every day you talk to me ... I literally love you more..
Besides, I'm not in my 30's. I'm still allowed to drink wine from a bag.
In a cab. Towels everywhere. Confused.
My worst case scenario tonight is that I fuck a hot Swiss girl. Let that give you perspective on my life at the moment.
You sat on my knee, like Santa, while I peed.
We need to drink more. Just think how awesome it would be to wake up in a trailer and NOT remember how wee got here.
After seeing all of the pics during the trial, all I could think was "her vagina doesn't look THAT dangerous"
Is it rude to ask for an autograph after giving him a blowjob in their hotel's hot tub?
We're making a scrapbook of dick pics, you want in or what?
he was peeing off the deck shouting "urinals are for pussies" that's how much hurricane.
So I woke up this morning to find my laptop open, with a google search for "where to buy marble", and a hungover naked northern girl in my bed who told me that I claimed to be a sculptor last night and that I promised to sculpt a bust of her hands...
Sorry. I was preoccupied thinking about penises
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