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We walked through the hotel lobby in slow-mo taking huge steps because we were astronauts, and astronauts obviously can't be drunk.
ugh. my soul tastes like vodka
yo dibs on the gosselin haired one.
She's like a coupon for free blow jobs. No purchase necessary.
He asked what my name was on facebook chat. IT SAYS RIGHT THERE. i will never be drunk enough for this guy.
Climbing onto the roof in a dress and high heeled boots was probably not the best idea, especially after all that Bacardi.
She has a facebook friends list called oops. theres 33 people in it. she said its all the guys she regrets fucking.
they were fucking between cars in the parking lot and everyone was cheering at them.
The waitress just told me I'm asking alot. So far I've asked for a soul, an angel and carbombs
Hey, remember when Hot Stuff played in the back of the ambulance? Or no, cause of your concussion...
The token old dude at the show tried hitting on us by telling us his favorite rapper was Cayenne West.
I picked up a guy that night wearing a onesie. I kicked Xmas' ass
Guess I was throwing darts at a patrons head last night, lol! Black out
I don't have any bail money, if that's where this conversation is going
Also, I found out that my dad has the name of every boy that I've ever dated and their physical description, car type and tag number stored in his computer.
Apparently Angela went missing once and he says he learned were to look first and that it's best to have information on hand.
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