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She said she wants to move in with me. Time to black out and act as if we never had this conversation.
How are you a firefighter? People actually trust you with their lives??
Brandon's Recipe: two parts cocoa, one part sugar, one part milk, two parts four, 378 parts paranoia. Thanks for the fucking brownies, bitch.
The shit I just took was my body's way of telling me bourbon and mixed nuts aren't an appropriate dinner. Well played, colon. WELL. PLAYED.
There's gotta be a lawn gnome full ecstasy around here somewhere. And by golly I will find it
I'd introduce you to the guys, but you'd probably make them all fall in love with you
I could do with a Floridian man-harem. Let's do this.
I just won a riveting game of "who can drink the most vodka out of a hollowed out watermelon". Fucking New Yorkers.
We waved. But it was a "let's hook up" wave.
Just had a shirt made that says "I'm sorry" going to wear it every sat and sun morning for the foreseeable future
Every time I there's a break up, I'm left with an animal. That's it. No more mutual pets.
I'm sorry, when did "I like your shit" become an acceptable pickup line?
The highlight of your blackout was when you drunk showered with the garden hose and emailed your boss your vacation requests for the next year.
There where 3 half naked girls passed out on the pool table, I crawled under it and just as I was about to go to sleep some guy walks up and says: "dude nice spot" walks away and comes back with a pillow.
Did you just reference Ludacris during my possible pregnancy scare of 2012?!
I have a test in the morning in sign language about signs for drugs and alcohol use. Im drunk and rolling a blunt. I've never felt so confident about a grade in my life.
I can't even look at my running shoes. I swear I drank more in the last 2 days than the last 6 months combined
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