Yeah I guess I was Pocahontus. If she were a trifling drunk who hung out in her undies, with possible brain damage.
i wish starbucks made bloody marys
Dude, she DOES look like she'd give good head. No bottom jaw, I checked.
I cant even remember his name or what he looked like. all I remember is what the tattoo on his forearm looked like.
well, he kindof looked like a walmart greeter. I tried to stop you
They had some plan b on the table between the beer and the guacamole. Yeah, it's gonna be a fun party.
Selling Girl Scout Cookies outside bars for higher than retail value has got to be the most profitable idea. Ever.
Can we end it on a good note at least? Can we fuck and then never talk again?
he just sent me a picture of his penis sticking through a piece of paper that he had drawn a stick figure with tits on it that said "you"
someone to text and fuck? since when does that constitute a relationship?
since 2006
I now have a bottom rung on my kissing scale. Like I can say "Well. On a scale of Matt to Braxton he was probably a Zach." It's the little things.
My life is a clusterfuck of men and disorderly priorities right meow.
I found out his moms name, maiden name, profession, and office location, his dads name and profession, his home phone, picture of their house, all of his work profiles, and the cost of their house. All I'm trying to do is find his damn twitter
Sensing a theme here
If alcoholism is a theme, yes.
A legendary roster of degenerates has been assembled.
Last time I went to flagstaff I threw up in my beard. I would very much like to recreate that moment.
DO IT!
Randomize
