'Watching yourself cry on Photobooth' is the new 'watching yourself cry in the mirror.'
I just told someone i was in "addition and subtraction 160".......and they believed me.
don't get me wrong, i love how you're fun and free spirited. but there are some situations...like shooting down a bottle of sambuca standing in the shallow end topless surrounded by my friends
all i remeber is falling off a fence and banging him in the middle of the street, not sure which one gave me this cut
I want to say that being forced to stare at the 'no.1 boyfriend' collage behind his head ruined the sex but it just didn't.
I'm not saying going to the volleyball games drunk on Tuesday night was a bad idea I'm just saying we shouldn't make a routine of it.
I remember just enough about last night to wish I didn't remember anything.
We passed my parents while I was giving him road head...that awkward
Come get me...we were walking home and she kept yelling "people need to get run over more!" then she just sat down in the middle of the street saying "it just feels right."
Note to self: if you decide to go to the gym when you're coming down from your day high to shoot some hoops, do NOT play pickup basketball with the big black dudes who need a sixth
He fingered me in a Waffle House bathroom and then stole a traffic cone. Is this love that I'm feeling?
The exact people you expect to find at a bar at 2pm are here. Come visit. We'd really like the company.
SOMETIMES YOU HAVE TO BLAST VANESSA CARLTON IN YOUR CAR AT MIDNIGHT TO FEEL AGAIN. IDK.
Ignore him I am the one that wears the pants in the relationship while "the big man" cries in bed
My lack of taco bell is hindering me from seeing the good part of that situation
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