My place. Tomorrow Night. Bring your liver, and something for it to do.
the next morning i told him i was impressed that he remembered my name. he said it wasn't that hard when "tracy
as soon as I walked into work this morning, my boss called me out on my hangover, patted me on the back and said I'm getting time an a half for even showing up. Did I really look that bad this morning?
I tried douching with a turkey baster. Not the brightest idea.
Pre-game strategy: play thunder by yourself in the shower. Surprisingly, success.
Yeah that's one way to look at it on the other hand MY FUCKING BED CAUGHT ON FUCKING FIRE
BTW, it's bullshit to say that not doing a shot is unpatriotic. You know how I fall for that.
He's asking if he can send a dick pic. How do I politely decline that?
We ate our feelings. Then drank our feelings. I feel feminism delivered.
Braid them armpits, sister.
I think I may be the only girl in the world that can say she has fallen asleep grasping a penis..... 3 different times...... 3 different penises
We're shaving superhero symbols into our pubes. I call dibs on Batman.
Fucking in bar bathrooms doesn't count as "rushing things"
I have this rep as a wingman for a reason. I'm like a poon caddy. "You might want to use a 9 iron on this hole. "
Like you can't just be like oh bb and THEN SEND ME A FUCKING PICTURE OF MY 8TH GRADE FAT SELF IN A TACO COSTUME
The only thing he told me before he passed out was that he is from Buffalo and I'm a bitch.
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