This ginger kid smells like a queef popsicle
Pls stop me from telling anyone else my broken blood-vessel + splint are "climax-related" injuries.
You don't understand, alcohol has become a thing of survival for me and without it I can't function as a normal human being
It was like a secret agent hookup. No names, swift execution, get in- get out.
They have a guy from new zealand living under their stairs.. they don't charge him rent. He just buys food and booze and bartends their house parties.
and on the second day it was tequilla tuesday. and the lord saw it was good.
Other than a hickey from some random Canadian roller derby girl, I came out unscathed
There's a point around the one and a half minute mark where the keg stand goes from impressive to pathetic
He walked door to door asking if anyone needed to get laid. Surprisingly, that ended his drought
He took a picture with a naked dude. I think he just walked out of that deep ginger closet.
You were so proud of your stupid "magic trick" but all you did was piss on the couch. don't talk to me for a few days.
Im wearing a bra. Made of paint.
I did stay at work til 5 but for the last hour I was just taking naked pics on my desk for some tinder guy
Just laying in bed, snuggling my cat, and pondering whether I'd like to attend a swingers party this evening...
Is it a bad thing when vodka doesn't taste like vodka anymore?
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