I worked most of it, got really drunk the rest, went to Cancun, Mexico, skinny dipped a few times, watched my friend party boy a random guy naked (friend = female), was sick everyday several times without fail, smoked and drank whilst "swimming", slept in my own room four times, never got a tan, spoke to a barman everynight just about and a week and a half later I found out he couldnt speak any english really, witnessed my friend destroy two rooms when she was drunk and broke the wardrop and chest of drawers, turned into hellboy because I thought being Scottish I didn't need suntan lotion in overcast cause "it's overcast all the time at home", went to a party with red cups, went tree climbing with ginger beer, drove around for 4 months with no brakes, toured most of Scotland and last but never least I seen my friend get his head shagged off a monkey.
I had a good run.
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Originally Posted by butthead aka 216
i havent i refuse to in fact. it triggers my ptsd from yrs ago when i thought my ex's anal beads were those edible candy necklaces
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Originally Posted by Dr. Rez
Keep it in your pants scottie.
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