I haven't worn deodorant in like three days and have been laying around in my underwear listening to music and drinking. I think i've made my own Bonnaroo in my apartment.
You dropped me off at the wrong girl's house.
There's no such thing as a "wrong girl" make it happen.
alright see you in the morning.
there were at least 5 of us standing around the bathroom stall cheering you on to throw up.
One of my students just said I have "big mommy parts". Even third graders know that my tits are too big. God I love em.
He was going nice and slow, then he yelled " BOONNEESTOORRMM!!!!!". I can't walk straight.
I just want dick. Yours just gets priority because it is glorious
Dude, we took our shirts off and set our chest hair on fire. That's a low point.
You raise a valid concern
good news. according to wikipedia, my blackout might just have been "post-trauma amnesia"
Sorry for trying to force you and Robert to make out. I didn't realize how awkward it was until I woke up today.
Of course it was necessary for me to call the strip club and ask what their shower policy is. Smelled like she was wiping her ass with my eyebrows during that dollar dance.
Saxophones in my mind. I swear someone dosed me.
I would rather you cheat on me then you watch this season of Breaking Bad without me.
FYI: Brian said he left me in the bathroom Friday night to shower and 45 minutes later found me with a towel around my head, my pants on and holding my boobs. No more Jell-O shots for me.
Oh hell no my vagina is on that screenshot
Say thank you and give him a blowjob.
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