The last thing I remeber was convincing you to hide in the fridge, and then taking everything out and you not fitting.
We had two amazing nights in a row...it was so weird...I couldn't even go to sleep cause I thought maybe it was just in his plot to kill me.
Everytime she would start slurring, she'd stop, hold up a finger, wait like 30 seconds, then try again. I love drunk people
I'm so excited for this wedding, I feel like a school girl about to get finger launched on the dance floor at the sadie hawkins dance
I'm on his itunes. He has a sex playlist. It's actually not so much a playlist as 12 Kylie Minogue songs with a big gay Whitney finish.
I just won't go as hard tonight. Four dollar ladies night drink or drown is not a good idea for me. I like to get my money's worth.
Uh oh I Hage to dance yes, my feet are Whitney Houston
I'm wearing your poncho, and only your poncho. I'm not getting pulled over like this.
So I just went to 3 different stores because there is no way I can walk out of one store with this many reeses and still have my pride.
It'll be a romanticized airport meeting until I'm judged for sitting on his face in the terminal
So I've reached a new low. After completing my walk of shame and being told "see you around", I took off my heels to discover he had came in my shoe.
We will let tequila do the talkin this weekend
Also, next time I go get a wax, I'm gonna ask the girl about the innie to outie ratio she sees on the daily.
Lest it die in the depths of eternal drunken recall denial...we peed in the street. Middle of the street. Simultaneously. Peed. Street. Middle of street.
we tried to make a drinking game out of 4 pokemon cards you found in a drawer.
Randomize