Well, I'm a guy so I don't have one, but if its anything like the inside of my nose, yes, vodka would burn.
so apparently we got drunk enough at the reception to rip the center pieces apart and use the flower vases as "fancy glasses"
let me put it this way. im never saying "join in or get out" again unless i know whos in the room.
I really wanna talk..
if by talk you mean have nasty makeup sex involving marshmellow fluff.. I'm down
everyday i become more and more impressed with my facebook stalking skills
I'm making presurgery martini's. You need to be here.
I found his backpack for the weekend. All it had was ping pong balls, mardi gras beads, and Tums.
What the fuck am I going to do with a pinata full of tampons?
Okay wait let me power puke and then we can go dancing
I do remember telling her that I was about to pass out soon and then hiding my pants under my bed so she couldn't take my wallet even drunk I'm thinking ahead
tonights mission is daddy issue patrol - we wear old spice and drink gin martinis and see who reacts.
idk the fact that her roommate had a sign that said "enter without knock, exit without cock" makes me really NOT want to go steal her pot.
It has moved into the cliche "thin line between love and hate" real quick. With her. Not Taco Bell.
Oh you mean the girl that gave me a black eye when I told her I liked her fake eyelashes?
I'm seriously considering selling my books back early. I don't use them anyways and I could really use the beer money..
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