The walk of shame is far, far worse on crutches.
I would invite you but we are high and there is an AK-47. Not your scene.
he sent me a picture of his dick with a heart border around it
90% sure you snuck in there somewhere, all I really remember is big boobs in my face so I'm assuming it was you.
Apparently you can talk a girl into leaving the bar and coming back to your tent, who knew?
I think I will be cutting those pills in half...Jesus just tried to sell me a toothbrush.
That little tingle vodka gives me in my esphagus is what lets me know I'm still alive.
I truly just stopped puking in my 730 am calculus class, looked up, corrected my professor, then resumed puking my eyes out. He was both impressed and disgusted.
I kept resisting the urge to yell "2 for 2!" so they could hear me on the other side of the wall.
I bought Plan B for the first time and an interview outfit today. You could say my life is improving.
It's ok, I did squats with my bottle of wine before I opened it. That counts as the gym since I won't be getting there haha
It bothers me when I see my old fuck buddies starting families on Facebook.
Well in other news, my nipples are healing pretty well but next time I get drunk and decide to pierce something please for the love of god stop me!
A friendship for the ages born on how horny we both are
It's only considered alcoholism if you're drinking from something other than a cup....right?
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