Hawaiian shirts and no dignity
We are always on the same wavelength...kinda eerie.
thank god dogs can't talk. they see way to much.
So... on the count of three, we are going to forget last night ever happened... 1...2...3
I feel like the other woman.
You ARE the other woman.
He said that he didn't know what level the sun was on, and then he puked.
Here's a tip. Don't party with someone that needs sexual attention. Drinking and sexual attention don't mesh well in the morning. Especially over a bowl of Cheerios.
Oh if we have sex in public no one will frown upon it. They will stand and cheer for it
Note to self...boner negates all verbal agreements ...got it
she's a nursing student, i didn't think vomit would freak her out so much
you puked ON HER
If someone told me one person in the department was secretly a death eater, I would suspect her, no contest.
LEAVE ME AND MY NIPPLES ALONE
Holy shit, did you actually CHOOSE to get hit by the alcohol truck last night?
Dude, you need to come and get her. She's sitting on the bathroom floor making hearts with her menstrual blood. And remind me never to let her do jello shots again
I was too hungover to sit up and pull the curtains closed so I did it with my toes
i love how you, my friend, sends me a picture of herself wearing a shirt that says "i am dead inside" and i'm just like "awww baby you're so cute"
that's just solidarity
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