I stood up and a chip flew out of my shirt and landed in the chip dish. I just walked away.
Conclusion from last night: Sometimes being classy isn't as fun as making out with a guy on a pooltable in a bar. Happy birthday, Canada.
omg i finished an entire carton of double double chunk chunk ice cream last night...
what? what exactly is in double double chunk chunk?
self-loathing.
If someone cant be won over with guacomole and tequila they are not worth your time.
our school mascot just walked into class and threw condoms everywhere. welcome to college
He wore homemade jorts on our first date. I'm not sure if I should leave now or embrace the white trash lust and marry him
I kept telling myself all night that it was completely okay for me to lose all sense of my morals because it was my birthday.
I fatbooth all their pics then decide which one is the cutest even if they gained like 400 lbs and then proceed to fuck him.
I couldn't function. I was to the point where I was using a bottle cap as a monocle.
I'm going to make an art book filled with pics of me peeing in every bar bathroom I've ever been in. Dedicating it to you. You're welcome.
I have a very hazy flashback of me making out with a guy in a seashell bra??! Can you confirm or deny
You paid at the door and they gave you a straw for the kiddie pool full of booze.
After a bit there were two girls who got naked and liquor wrestled. I don't think it was planned.
I thought I was invisible, then some guy flashed his high beams at me and I realized my lights weren't on...not invisible.
We broke up. And I told him he better give me my fucking star wars movies tomorrow. Priorities.
I either have a problem or a really good solution... I just ordered my homecoming dress off of a website that sells forplay outfits.
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