Like your dick isn't Beyoncé, it doesn't get close ups
This is gonna be the kind of weekend where if it involves putting on pants, it ain't happening.
Hi. Tara tells me your sandwiches and stamina are substantial
I'm determined to sit on that face.
NO BABIES. YOUR VAGINA WILL BLEED WITHIN A FORTNIGHT.
Not entirely sure how I got drunk off 2 mimosas but here I am
I pack a first-aid kit when I DD for you. What does that tell you about your partying? For what I see and do, paying my food and gas for the night is a goddamn BARGAIN.
The medical term is prolapsed anal walls if you want to look into it with dignity.
It's technically 2016 but since I haven't gone to bed I'm still counting it as 2015, so I'm gonna drink all the alcohol in my house so tomorrow I can become the better version of myself that I'll be for 5 minutes.
Just once I'd like to go out and not have to tell you to put your pants back on.
Nobody likes ball hair. Not even gay dudes
I've never SEEN someone give negative fucks before. It's actually rather impressive. I want to study under them.
Ugh, I should just give up, and fuck him in a parking lot, and shave my head and walk naked through the streets of King's Landing.
A toast to whoever set this year's daylight savings fallback to the day after halloween, granting us another hour to detox before we pretend to be functional adults. Clearly, a partier with forethought and clear priorities. Cheers!