He kept asking me to take off my bra and I sat up so he could. He fumbled with it for a few minutes and when I sighed and went to undo it he goes, "Yeah, you got this."
I wouldn't necessarily call it an addiction, more of a passion. I'm habitually passionate.
You were in the corner dancing by yourself yelling "I look good", when really you looked ridiculous and drunk
I really wish you were half the slut you're sister was in college
At what point during this road trip should I let them know I've been drinking in the backseat the whole time and can't take my turn driving?
he can show you his cooooock\nshining, shimmering, splendiddddd
I think he's having people over to watch him get way too drunk again
I'll reiterate. Best drinking game ever. I shall teach it to my children's children
That point of drunk where you're in a bar bathroom and you're like "F*ck you bra! I'm not taking your sh*t anymore! and you take it off and throw it in a trashcan.
I threw up in my closet when I was hammered last night. Like a fucking toddler. I can't play with the grow ups.
I broke my heels and ended up on a random party bus where I passed out after a brief stripper pole incident.
Who's the naked guy asleep in your car?
Her vagina is like the upper echelon of Scientology and I don't have enough money to get in
wanna see your best friend chug a bottle of steak sauce?
please go to sleep
Babe, holding my hair while i blow you doesn't count as being romantic
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