i threw up in a trash can last night at kellys irish times. but in a trash can because i'm a lady
maybe if you didn't yell 'buh duh duh da duh da dats all folks' when you came she wouldn't have left last night
i feel like barbie the morning after an elton john party
i cant cry in cvs. not again.
oh dear god, that would be like watching to female walruses mate. We need to stop going to that lesbian bar...
FULL ON LADY WOOD. YOU CAN SEE THE VEIN
No, supporting your unemployed boyfriend IS NOT what credit cards are for.
I need a drink and a shade of lipstick that will put the fear of God in a man's heart.
too bad I'd hit a car before I'd hit a bush.
Are we talking about jumping from windows or your willingness to fuck a car instead of a woman?
And that was the night we had mind-blowing sex with the score from Raiders of the Lost Ark blaring on vinyl in the background...
Please can we have sex in this office for old times sake
I want to fling myself into the sun
I should probably apologize for licking you last night since you drove me home, but I stand by my decision
Come cuddle! I'll be passed out somewhere in the library. It'll be like a scavenger hunt!
We're about to get drunk and it feels wrong without you
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