if you call bong hits and onion rings a party, then yeah
So I was throwing up in this fancy toilet at a party last night, when he decided it would be funny to flush it. It was a beday. I had to walk out with toilet water and regurgitated rumpleminze all over my face and shirt.
chatroulette drinking game turned into a foursome.
One blow job doesn not make me gay.
It was beyond pathetic. You yelled her name at every blonde chick we saw hoping it would be her. Then you puked your corn dog
remember that guy i blew in a bathroom in barcelona, i just blew him again in rome. lightning does strike twice.
So the crazy cock blocking bitch sent her a picture of her boobs using MY phone and said: he's busy at the moment
I deleted his number so I had to go into my old voicemails which are saved through my gmail and search his name... Never underestimate the resourcefulness of a drunk girl on a mission for dick
We are finally out of the honeymoon stage of the relationship because it turns out that you can't come back from peeing on me in your sleep.
I beer bonged before it even hit 4 o' clock. Please get on my level homecoming style.
Pretty sure at some point last night i said to myself "it'll be fun to completely lose my mind for a night"
my mom talks about my drinking like its a problem and yet this morning she fills me a solo cup with champagne for the shower.
She was doing drunken zumba and screaming "FUCK YOU I HAVE MY OWN STYLE!" at the TV
I knew the bike rally would be fun when I saw "male pole dancing" on the schedule
He was someone so memorable that I'd completely forgotten he'd existed up to and during the encounter
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