i crunched every chip from the dorito bag and poured it in the vase. never again will i have to deal with cool ranch fingers.
She talked about nothing but beanie babies for 45 minutes. I'm never getting high with her again.
Struggs. It's also 90 degrees out but I'm not sure I can feel heat or cold any more. Too hungover.
There's some muscle relaxers in my bedside table. Sorry if my dildo is in the bathroom.
omg. MEgabus. stoned.
Theres these two guys talking.
i woke up the next morning in a pool of blood in my bathroom and a pinata donkeys head in my bed
so much for an anticlimactic 22nd birthday
Well at least you learned that cops don't like when you call them frenchy. Nice dive over the fence by the way.
Even with having the shower running and music on everyone could hear the alcohol gods making me sacrifice my dignity and meals from the past week.
He professed his love for me while I danced on a picnic table with a bottle of Absolut. I said thank you and walked away.
It was close. I was the girl scoping out where all the garbage cans were located in the class just in case.
This is why you don't heavily drink before 2 midterms.
You just kept screaming "PLEASE YELL CORNDOG AT HIM. PLEASE. CORNDOG."
I'm having a martini with dinner. A new level of class.
I'm stoned and eating mustard, also a new level of class.
One more sleep until playoffs, Canucks are back this year, you bet your ass I'm going to uphold the tradition of being the 90 lb girl that fights every hairy ass Bruins fan at BWW.
Well I just had a flashback of something I did in the 4th grade. Now I can't go back to sleep.
i was sitting on the kitchen floor shaking my gallon of vodka at people and asking if they wanted to climb the heaven hill... getting dumped is the best thing that has ever happend to me
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