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I miss Bob Barker.
Yeah, more like Douche Carey...
So I was throwing up in this fancy toilet at a party last night, when he decided it would be funny to flush it. It was a beday. I had to walk out with toilet water and regurgitated rumpleminze all over my face and shirt.
I'm way too drunk on a Sunday to handle this level of Jesus.
Why am I getting the stink eye from these people? They're acting like BYOB isn't kosher in a laundromat.
As it turns out, strippers don't accept checks.
Half my make-up was stuck to his thigh where I'd fallen asleep after the blowjob.
He texted me for a bootycall at 2:00am so I rolled outta bed and shaved my legs but then he decided he wasn't coming over...he lost his bootycall privileges
whoooo knowwsss what george of the jungle juice is but i feel like im in the promised land
my six pack is really starting to show since I started fucking everything that moves
So I bought some random chick a shot she puked in her hands then I watched her make out with my roommate
I had fun watching you interact with the world around you. Like a fuckin 8 year old kid who just discovered build a bear but really wants a cigarette.
I had a dream last night where I used the marginal product rule to figure out how much more hangover I got per sip of four loko, econ is taking over my life...
we shared soup. that is literally the extent of my romantic life right now
Holy. Crap. I just found a hickey on my bikini line. He never got my pants off. WHO IS THIS MYSTICAL HOOKUP WIZARD?
I fell asleep after the worst sex of my life and now I'm snowed in with him. SEND HELP. CALL FEMA. GET ME OUT OF HERE.
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