Made a visit to my old puking stall. I missed it.
He may or may not be blacked out. We put him to sleep in the community bathroom. He's wrapped in your blanket and he's already puked on it twice. Using your blanket was my idea. Maybe next time you'll ask before taking my vodka.
I know. They started calling me The Incident. The hotel maids, that is.
As i looked at his penis, it stared back into my soul. No more drinking games.
That was the first time I have seen a confused expression with a dick in the mouth
you were trying to control your nosebleed while having someone hold your four loko while you drank it through a straw. all at the same time. that is commitment.
It's gotten to the point that the dirty talk in my head when I touch myself has your accent
My body is a temple...that happens to be able to get me free Patron shots at the bar
Hahahaaa There's this one girl crying hysterically and wrapped around (i believe) her ex's leg. He's trying to shake her off without spilling his beer. This is fucking priceless.
Just puked off the 5th floor onto a car windshield. This is my life and I'm proud of it.
No, it's ok. He's Greek. To him I'm just a light drinker, not an alcoholic.
I fucked him while wearing his hat. I love the navy
My trash can accurately represents my weekend: Bojangles wrappers and magnums.
Hahaha perfect. Let's start stopping drinking tomorrow
plus like he's kinda a piece of shit. a beautiful somewhat talented piece of shit that hella needs to get his life together
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