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?
So it's 10:55am and I just woke up on the floor in the hallway on the4th floor. There should probably be no moredrinking competetions.
Rescue me. My white trash great uncle just pulled out his belly at the restaurant to show us how big this woman's tit was
We got drunk before dinner. People at the other tables were praying for us.
It's not kidnapping if it's romantic
Guy next to me at the plasma center is high and watching porn on his itouch. I am wayy to hung over for this level of poor.
Screw them and thier engaged asses. I've got liquor to drink and boys I don't know to make out with.
We crashed a rave, threw glitter all over Gay Dan and the bartender, broke a chandelier and called ourselves the Kings of Neon.
I remember halftime. Then I woke up in Spain. I need a drink in order to process this.
He came over to use the microwave, said he needed to heat up some urine.
How's dinner? Come here? You can bring your boyfriend if you're ok leaving without him
FYI: Brian said he left me in the bathroom Friday night to shower and 45 minutes later found me with a towel around my head, my pants on and holding my boobs. No more Jell-O shots for me.
Mom and I shoplifted today. Her idea.
Retirement sounds fun.
I promise I won't bug you anymore, I just need the following things at your convenience but preferably soon: my earrings, cup, and panties. Thanks. Good talk.
I have to touch the horse lube. :-(
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