she's in the bathroom. spitting in the trashcan. not throwing up. just spitting and singing bad romance by lady gaga.
thatta girl
She was narrarating everything she did.. like while making toast.
so when we were booking the hotel and plane tickets for vegas we reserved a chapel for someone, it's inevitable.
bring money and cleavage
There is something about weddings and lines being done off my ass
Whats the count minus fat chicks?
You never did explain why you were in wal-mart with a wok full of popcorn.
I think i blacked out...but i remember licking your teeth
He appeared on my 7th floor fire escape and sang to me and jimmy through the window when we fucked. He's like a drunken mix of Sinatra and Spiderman.
You guys bombarded us in the bathroom and that kid whipped his dick out and peed in the sink.
You chest bumped everyone we walked by on the way home... Even girls
my head feels like a yellow yolk spinning in a circle at the bottom of the bowl.. i may have a concussion, love auto correct
Hey, it's all about finding the bright side. And boobs are definitely a bright side.
This guy knew what he was doing. Most guys can't find the spot even if it shot off a flare and played a kazoo.
Well I just woke up to no pants, Gatorade on the headboard along with an uneaten steak, and the instinct I was a giant asshole.
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