Viking lives by an ancient code of honor that we do not understand.
What code could that possibly be? Bothering the fucking shit out of people while being physically repulsive?
we sang an acapella version of barbara ann to his voicemail...i'm not drinking again until tuesday.
I'm so proud of us for fucking the same friend group before we met in a completely unrelated instance.
Is it just me or did a policeman park your car last night?
I wish dancing around my house in my bra and underwear to Love Shack whilst eating strawberry cake batter was an acceptable form of exercise.
Like not in a "I wanna have sex with you way" more like a "I wanna cuddle your mustache way"
No you usually just ranted about the voicemail bitch until she cut you off again
Well. Turns up no one actually knows who that kid was. Came in, said happy fathers day, chilled for a while, then left.
HE'S BRINGING FRIED MAC AND CHEESE BITES. I GET FRIED MAC AND CHEESE AND SEX PEOPLE. BEST WEDNESDAY EVER.
Part of me really wants this picture, but the other part of me knows if he is really this drunk, he could be sodomizing a lamp and not know it
I think I might get 604 tattooed on my ass tonight...
I FOUND THE LEGS
I still don't understand if he's using me to write his resume or if we're dating
I have never lost more friends than while playing Uno drunk.
He stumbled out of their hotel room and yelled, "I'M ON A STATEWIDE TOUR. I'VE BEEN IN KENTUCKY AND OKLAHOMA."
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