Raging hang over. 6AM finish. Shat on a bag of trash in an alley. D L that last bit.
Sorry I couldn't answer your call, I'm expecting a call from Chris Hansen.
I'm guessing you didn't end up going to the bar last night.
Nope. Ended up at what I believe was a slumber party down the street.
No need to clean the puke on the driveway. The squirrel is eating it up.
He tried to say "god bless your heart" to the stripper but it came out "god bless your pussy"
He is making me drink his THC water out of a milk jug.
took off my bra and popcorn fell out of it. im gonna puke at this wedding...
ahhhh just came to creep and you're not there AND your thong you were wearing last night is on the floor..someone has some explaining to do
I'm going through a really dark time right now
I don't want to hear it man. I just jerked it to a pic of my ex wife in a bikini. Buck up
I finally had to say "that's the hole where I pee" for him to understand.
so is it socially acceptable to send her an "i got my man back you whore" card?
Anyways enough about genital fatigue...
How'd things go with that guy last night?
He threw up in the consol in my car then started crying about his ex girlfriend.
you were just in my dream and you looked at me and said "Christmas is cold." I think you're wasted even in my dreams.
Your vagina must be outstanding or have a secret entrance to Narnia if someone is will to fly from Texas for one night of it.
I'm the only person I know that carries solo cups, shot glasses, ping pong balls, two decks of cards, and a lawn chair in his trunk. I'm ready to turn anything, anywhere into a party.
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