he promised me brunch in the morning so i felt like it was ok....i really need to get a job.
i've decided that sluttiness is like a disease, it can lay dormant in you for years and then one day you go to college and with all the booze and drugs and boys and time on your hands symptoms begin to show then one day BAM you're a huge slut. it's like how izzie had skin cancer and it grew into brain cancer.
I just got wrote up for "repeatedly smelling like alcohol"
That was long passed due.
can you explain why there is a dead rabbit in my front seat?
idk, I had a turtle in mine.
The handjob she gave me was better than the best blowjob I've ever gotten.. Just imagine the possibilities.
You never did explain why you were in wal-mart with a wok full of popcorn.
Its not chugging if its just one gulp
Is it wrong i wouldn't sleep with him because his boxers said #1 dad all over them?
he pushed me in the lake knowing full well I had joints on me. that's drug-abuse!!
note: just because the casino is called bourbon street, it doesn't mean you can puke and keep walking and no one will care. chalk me up for another 86
Which one of you drunk assholes put a parental lock on my cable box last night? More importantly, what's the pin? I'm missing the UK game.
I woke up covered in thousand island dressing. I need answers.
After walking ten blocks barefoot in Boston I've concluded drunk me needs to make better decisions.
Yeah that stuff was rough. We insisted on wearing our bikinis all down college ave, and at several parties that were not beach themed
I think my brain is throwing up inside my head. How do you live like this?
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