well we can cross tagging a chick in a movie theatre off the list of things to do before we die
Having dinner with my dad, watching the news and some AIDS prevention ad comes on. My dad then kindly informs me that he doesn't enjoy the feel of condoms.
Sorry I never got back to you. I got high. I know it sounds like a commercial or something... but its true
I'm in my winter jacket and nothing else. very drunk. bring bitches.
fuck it. im taking monday off to do some Jagering.
It looks like I promised him my virginity, in spanish. What the hell did you give me?
apparently i tried to facetime the drunk bus last night, that's probably why we had to walk back to campus
Drunk ass.
Spent fifteen minutes in the car thinking i was psychic before i realized the cd was not on shuffle
Romantically speaking, I want to sit on his face.
Was I at least a good cuddler? Like at least honorable mention?
A particularly funny moment you may have missed; you walked in to the basement to announce that whoever was cooking sausages had left them on the grill for Hella long, only to be told that you were in fact the person grilling. At which point you just said, "the sausages are done" and walked out
And the cops are back. At least my pants are on this time
You start to question your party girl tendencies when you're wearing the same shirt you wore the night before to work and you're trying to get last nights Jell-O shot off the sleeve on your way to work
I can hear the pillow talk now, "how many condoms did you bring? Good, put them all on,"
Wanna go on a picnic?
... by picnic I mean wanna sit on a blanket and drink with me?
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