The good thing about walking home in a dress on sunday morning is that people mistake my walk of shame as a walk to God.
Apparently last night I sat at the bar with an upside down sharpie lightning bolt on my forehead, yelling "It's Harry Potter's birthday! Let me be on the qudditch team!" And I kept calling the bartender Dobby. There are videos.
I'm taking last night back. It officially didn't happen. Tell your friends.
Whoa, Gary Coleman died
Whatchu talkin bout?!?!
Too soon.
i just overheard someone saying that they invented the 'tequila mockingbird' last night. sorry, but i found better friends
Me+graduation party+hammered drunk+polish horseshoes in the dark= black eye, crying, pissed, passed out in my dress... How was your weekend?
well I think it'll pretty much be gone by Saturday. On a scale of 1- Snooki's unborn child how much do periods freak you out?
You were riding my three year old's train yelling, 'I think I can, I think I can!!'
I thought I could.
Totally forgot Mike has only one ball. Is it sad I'm excited to see it? Or shall I say the lack of it?
Apparently coming home smelling like I took a bath in beer is frowned upon in this household. I'm so glad I don't actually live here.
we just ate hash browns in a nativity scene with baby jesus
I knew my bag made it because I could smell the fireball that spilled inside of my suitcase before it was on the luggage carousel.
You did a cartwheel, it was terrible.
I remember that cartwheel, it was okay.
Went home with a guy last night with Taco Bell sauce in my hair and on my pants
Can you explain to me why I showed my boobs to the firemen to get free beer?
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