The maid of honor just puked.
marching band practice is quite the interesting soundtrack to sex
Always fun waking up to 911 as your last dialed call.
All I know is that it's pretty damn mean to put a glass wall in a bar.
I can't be held responsible for my own vagina. Let's just be honest here.
one night of dollar margs at dinner and dollar beers at the bar later, i am throwing up in his shower and gurgling soap and water to kill the taste of sin in my mouth. dollar days need to stop endng like this.
They can't keep moving my court date back, i dont know if I'll survive another one of these going away to jail parties.
It started out just like any other night: was watching a Zach Effron movie, drinking tequila out of a water bottle. I don't understand how this got out of hand.
Missing both credit cards and just had a flashback of grinding my nuts on the terrified cab driver for amusement. i am feeling a slight hate for myself right now.
there is a video of me on Facebook getting mad at a trash bin what the fuck was in your Pepsi
Why didn't you tell me I was calling her by her sisters name all night?
All I remember is receiving a lap dance to slow motion.
He had the same tone in his voice and look in his eyes that he gets when he says UFOs aren't real.
Perfect. I'll put on my party clothes and write emergency numbers on my arm
Once upon a time I threw up in my own hands last night.
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