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Let's just say there is a bloody hand print above my bed and it's not mine. Literally.
the smoke from my cigarette strangely resembles what patrick swayzes ghost will look like.
we'll penetrate his innocence with our dicks
Thank God they found balloon boy, I was afraid that Michael Jackson was ordering take out from heaven.
Why would he get rid of a girl with no gag reflex? I don't get it.
I was surprised he admitted he couldnt keep up. We both knew but usually they dont come out and say it
I'm in the grocery store cradling a box of wine like it's my firstborn, so of course this would be the first and only time I've ever seen my boss outside of the office.
There is a pube in my fucking eyeball
Absolute soulmates or functional alcoholics?
Can't be the first without the last
She said " I'm going to get her back one day soon for putting extacy in my pop while I drove her to whislter" just a heads up.
You. Me. Frosting and a bed. Lets do this.
BRILLIANT IDEA: In honor of summer olympics we need to start a synchronized drinking team.
She literally just changed his birthday. Overly attached girlfriend has nothing on her.
Welcome to stoned Saturday. Full of laser tag and beyonce and awesome
I praised you last night for winning a chug off...you thanked me with a ridiculously hard headbutt. Thanks dick.
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