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I walk in and my mom has a Christian workout program playing. It's like, gospel music with an "electronic" beat to go with it. And then they try to save your soul at the end. I hate being home.
He was super stoned and then he compared doing meth to having anal sex and told me to "ride that cowboy." The cowboy being my ex.
Nothing says Panama City like condoms washing up on the shore.
You kept trying to make people drink "salsa-ritas." But all you did was dump tequila in a half full jar of salsa, and shove it in people's faces while shouting at them.
New low. Just realized I hooked up with a guy from Grindr in the hallway of a building my great grandfather used to own..
We've given up. My vagina is tired of constant lonely nights and disappointments. This is our retirement.
Dying on my bathroom floor at 7 am, I would rather be eaten by a shark right now
I can't get over how you look like his sister and he wants to fuck you.
Hahahahaha. That's what your stoned ass gets for eating half a bag of processed cheese at 2am.
I threw up in my closet when I was hammered last night. Like a fucking toddler. I can't play with the grow ups.
I feel like someone poured gasoline and bleach in my nose and lit it on fire.
Why! I don't feel that at all!!!! I feel jipped
I'm just saying; the box truck will cost less then dorms or rent, and we can always crash where the party is.
When the cab driver starts laughing its a good indication of the standard of girls you are bringing home
the reason i can drink whatever i want and you have a limit is because whiskey will never make my pussy not work
I'm not saying you did or didn't sleep with him but he's has your thong hanging from his ceiling fan
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