Prereq for being on nyc prep: money, bitchy, and a lazy eye... if only you were rich
We basically counted to 3 and then dumped each other.
there was a trapeze. enough said
He is drunk texting me begging me not to tell my mom. Pretty sure he is about to offer me sexual favors for keeping my mouth shut. I love being the boss's daughter.
I just remember getting him back by licking the window on his truck.
Some girl took her panties off, soaked them in vodka and wrung them out into a line of guys' mouths! Awesome!
No, NOT awesome. Where the fuck do you go drinking!?!
Cool. I might be making a sickly but incredibly well dressed wine drunk appearance in a couple hours
We go out, we get drunk, we watch Star Wars, we pass out. What's wrong with this tradition?
I almost forgot to feel shameful, if that answers your question.
He managed to rip my nipple last night....
Stories. There's stories.
MEGHAN YOU'VE BEEN THERE FOR 20 MINUTES
Drunk in my hotel room, eating taco bell, and crying at Nicki Minaj's life story.
This is why I keep you in my life.
I flashed my boobs, shit my pants, and kissed the wrong twin. I'm on a roll you don't want in on.
is it sad that the highlight of my saturday night was waiting till 3 in the morning to hear about your saturday night?
You kept crying and I couldnt help but laugh at you, I was really high though.
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