It's just you. You wear the fuck me fedora and wear baller shorts, hollywood hippie who thinks she is shakira when she's drunk.
After he finished I threw up my arms and shouted STEVE HOLT!
You kept excitedly announcing to the bar what time it was. Followed by an equally excited "Clock language still makes sense!"
I think I just inadvertently started a sex competition with my roommate and her boyfriend.
he's speaking broken english and calling me isaac.. this is not the australian i ordered for a one nighter
Threesome in a minivan. New low
i'm just sitting here watching hocus pocus, eating takeout, and taking self esteem quizzes online while everyone is out partying. you tell me how my night is.
Seriously this night has "go home now before you cry, puke or scream on someone" written all over it.
the boys love us. they call us "the stoner girl suite down the hall". not very inspired, but flattering nonetheless
I think I'm still a little drunk from Sunday Funday and I just changed for a date in my car. wish me luck.
Well she got high, deleted the essay she was working on, and then ordered dominos. We all manage stress in different ways.
i just added a shot of fireball to my iced coffee. goodbye sobriety.
I ended up in th ER yelling my height weight and age
Guy in my class today said, "I'm pretty sure you think about beer 95% of the time."
I don’t want to brag, but vows, morals and will power are no match for my blow job skills
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