Puking in one of the stalls, a guy ran in and started puking in the other stall... In between heaves we told each other our names; i found out that it was my old best friend that moved away in the 8th grade
so id say it was a successful trip...i only got hit on by one cousin...
A friday night jus isn't the same if the cops don't raid my dorm
I am NOT getting arrested in a wig.
I don't know what's happening. Everyone is wearing beaks.
last nights episode of shot friends brought to you by polish vodka and flamingo baseball. pickles cure hangovers.
The cab driver is now flexing at a red light...
From now on I forbid you to refer to it as a "bed". From now on you must only use the phrase "sex wagon".
I'm actually drinking gin and juice out of a floridas natural carton...so if that has any indication of how I'm doing
I may or may not have definitely said the words "how do I put this beer in my purse without looking like an alcoholic" last night.
No. Every time we go there, you end up getting high, then lost, then going home with strangers.
YAY! I just removed my own stitches, and I'm only bleeding from one spot! on a related note, do you think a dishwasher will sterilize forceps and trauma shears?
I even put my vibrators back in the bedroom instead of the coffee table. If that's not growing up then I don't know what is.
I just tripped over a but plug that was on the floor. It's 430 in the morning
not that im pissed, but why are there two naked chicks in my bed?
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