She was running around the bar, demanding everyone call her Jesus or else she would attack them like a llama. ack.
great sex! but now the fight over who sleeps on the wet spot starts.
he ate 15 dinner rolls and nothing else. then took a shit in the bathroom came out and blamed it on his dad. i wish i was 8.
Intervention is following me on twitter.
wow.
Oh just living the dream. And by living the dream I mean drinking franzia out of a martini glass and watching family matters. Also, drinking every time Carl Winslow has a mustache and Eddie wears MC Hammer pants
Seriously? He's going to use MY birthday sex as the opportunity to ask if he can pee on me?!? I let him, but wow talk about selfish.
I just had nipple jewelry returned to me in the law library.
Well, we could've been at the bar taking a shot everytime my rash spread. But Noooooo. You had to go out with your non- girlfriend. Lame.
You kept running up to married couples, taking their pictures and begging for them not to get divorced
The water at the venue tasted HORRIBLE so I just kept drinking booze. It was like the medievals.
So here's a brief summary of my weekend: last night I drank four glasses of Death Punch, grabbed the toaster, said "This is mine", put it in my pants and walked out the front door.
Anyone who has court these next few days keep your head up & smile knowing we broke the County Record with 27 underage consumptions
Just don't let me get too drunk. At one point I pulled out my dick and pissed at that party. Like on the wall.
At least I know that however bad my life gets and how low I can feel I'll never feel shitting in a red robin parking lot low
I think you are severely overestimating being able to get your lingerie back by posting the lyrics of Irreplaceable
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