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When we were fucking, you could hear the beer sloshing around in my stomach
I feel like a combination of david goes to the dentist and drunkest guy ever goes for more beer
that sweater is a total boner killer. you might as well be wearing a wedding dress.
Listen, this was just a tiny lapse of judgement.
I'm pretty sure that's not a synonym for pregnancy.
I walked in and she was doing shots, betting the managers if any of the customers would notice, and screaming that nothing would ruin her Saturday night. Say what you want, I like working with my sister.
He keeps whispering to me that he can't wait to tie my hands up with my wig?
he will always be the guy i fucked in the hallway.
please come over and have sex with me so we can talk about prom and kill 2 birds with one condom
i feel like this needs to be a 'lose some teeth' kind of weekend.
Remember when I peed in the trash can in the ATM room last night?
Never thought I'd say this, but thank god for my blackouts.
Do me a favor? If you get with him, please lick his abs. Someone has too they're just too beautiful not to.
It's like god touched my soul and said 'you will be great in bed'
Remember when I asked you to make sure I didn't go home with anything less than a 6 last night? You're fired
Such a good question, let's ask the alcohol gods for the answer.
I just want a whole pitcher of margarita and a headdress from party city and sit around and look like a fucking indian princess.
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