8:17pm: So, How was fun day?
1:15am: So I just woke up in my bed in my bathing suit... I don't remember getting into bed or dinner or anything after slip n slide that happened around five... I'd say fun day was a success
i wish there was an iPhone app that lets you write a TeXt LiKe tHiS
dude...come out of the closet already
She's not depressed. She's just sober. It's like the same thing.
My gaydar just like overheated and exploded watching the male figure skaters on the olympics
right. well i dont plan on getting laid till i find a respectable girl that i can make unrespectable
Just think about it this way, every time you work Sunday, it's another $75 and that equals another hooker when we go to Amsterdam.
I've really got to stop smuggling half full bottles of beer out of bars in my purse.
This might be the most awkward night of my life. And I had someone pee on me once.
Exactly, finding that perfect flask to come with you on all your adventures is like finding the perfect wedding dress. You have to feel it.
I'll probably just lay on my couch bra-less sipping wine out of a straw so I don't have to lift my head.
So update from last night: I made friends with a coke dealer, I tore the card scanner off the wall of my dorm, and I passed out on our bathroom counter with my head in the sink.
4:37 am. You're wearing underwear and carpet skates. Borderline crying. You want to punch Morgan. Have not stopped singing Give Your Heart a Break.
"Friendship bread", "how to get period stains out of cement", and "elephant bereavement" are all in my recent google history. Whatever shit that was last night really did me in...
You were so drunk that you didn't even notice when I switched out your shot of jäger for a shot of maple syrup...before or after you drank it.
Now i know i wasnt that drunk... So why are there texts of me volunteering for a nude photo shoot for an art major student?
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