It's hipsters with their motorcycle cop mustaches, moccasins, douchey irony, and department stores to supply their independent conformity
Something's gotta give!
I'm about two and a half drinks away from gay.
I'm coming over.
just found out there is no tactful way to ask your girlfriend to wax her stache. no matter what a google search would have you believe.
An ad on my facebook says "don't be THAT girl". Its like it knows.
I would have added her but her profile pic was piece of pie
watching espn. realized that the exact place those sportcenter guys are is where I got laid on the beach last superbowl. my sex spot is broadcasted nationwide
his profile picture is a blurry one of him holding a beer. i recognized him instantly.
She only remembers me when she's drunk. It's like I'm a suppressed memory that only surfaces with alcohol.
I wonder if he has realized that I have poured all if those shots he bought into the tip jar
Nothing like running into your favorite bartender in the middle of the afternoon while stone cold sober and being told your grabbed his penis the last time you were at his bar. My bad.
she cut her forehead open playing a drunken game of pin the tail on the donkey and now she's having a panic attack.
HOW DO I ALWAS FIND THEM?! THERE WAS BE A SOCIETY OF SMALL PENISED MEN AND I MUST BELONG TO IT!
You called me to pick you up from the bar at 9:00. When we drove over the speed bumps you put your hands in the air and pretended you were on a roller coaster.
Not as much as my roommate, who is in the middle of one of the pictures throwing a lawn chair at a cop car lol.
thanks for supporting my whoreish tendencies
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