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You paid a stripper $40 to choke me out last night.
I don't get hangovers. Except once. And there is a massively epic story behind that, involving so much alcohol I should have died, and 13 raw hotdogs.
It was everywhere. My dick was a sprinkler of lost future children.
I think a girl on my floor is watching zombie porn. There is literally no other description for the noise coming from her room.
Am I allowed to be in denial about being gay again? Or is that one of those things you can't do?
Jesus, I just want to drink. Also simultaneously punch things and rub my vagina on them.
I'm at a bar. It's body paint Wednesday. All of the waitresses are topless. Help me
I woke up half naked on the floor next to his bed, and his cat was staring at me like it had seen everything that i myself don't remember..
I passed out and slept in my car. Now I feel like a hungover zoo animal. Look and laugh people, look and laugh.
You flew out of the bedroom, stole two Solo cups from the beer pong table, put them on your feet, clicked your heels together three times
Star Trek does not adequately answer all the questions that I have about alien genitals
Oh if we have sex in public no one will frown upon it. They will stand and cheer for it
Look at all the pictures I have of us sucking on jello syringes.
Do you participate in Sunday morning booty calls?
Dammit! I didn't see this message, of course I do.
Just let me take your liver out and beat it with a meat tenderizer for you..
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