I love that we get drink and call each other crying. It's kind of our thing.
I'm hard boiling eggs, drinking rum, and talking to my 8 year old brother about the 10's times tables. This is what thursday is all about.
My life is like a drunken tornado. All over the place and never passing up fat girls
I text him "Dude. Tryna get fucked here. I only have half the parts. I need your help" I'm sure my mom would be super proud of the woman I have become.
I should have been on a postcard. I was sitting in the middle of the forest with a plate full of pot brownies and missing you.
Okay. This morning the comforter was wet, you were underwearless and using a tiny blanket. What'd you do??
Do they sell "congrats in losing your virginity!" cards and do they come in gay?
Last night apparently I said "I need a break" and then I just passed the fuck out for 3 hours
We are such grown women, dealing with life's problems one shower beer and reckless makeout session at a time.
New fact of life: getting Becca high never helps any situation at all ever.
Wtf is this place? I don't see any alcohol and I feel like we were supposed to bring our own strippers.
Tears For Fears is the only thing getting me through life at this moment.
I responded like every reasonable adult would. With a gif
soo... how was my night?
He said I have the “Denzel Washington” of vaginas.
Randomize
