what happened last night? last thing i remember is a stream of alcohol and surprise buttsecs.
I have no idea…All I remember is waking up with Tiffany’s bra tied around my head, and “Libertad para el Mundo” written in Sharpie around my junk…
lemme just look around and= great, i have no toes anymore…nor a penis.
You must have felt like a fish out of water.
Great party tho.
The oxygen is always more breathable on the other side of the bowl?
I guess that’s what the misconception is. Having lungs in the first place is (of course) a distinct advantage.
Yeah, but who TF was running around all night screaming “FREE THE PIXIES!!”?