words cant express how excited I am to make January 1st our own personal version of The Hangover
Im sitting alone watching titanic. Drunk. Without pants. Holding a fishing pole. Im pretty sure im okay with all of this.
HE KEEPS WALKING AWAY. IT'S LIKE HE DOESN'T EVEN LIKE FRIES. WTF.
..She then engaged in what she called an "interpretive pole dance"
he quoted the bible to break up with me
I don't think of it as I'm taking a pole dancing class...its more like I'm making myself recession proof
you might as well be a hobo. you were covered in pee last night hanging out on the stairs drunk.
right. well we all have our lows.
hanging out with you guys is like living the wikipedia entry for drugs...not sure i can handle that tonight.
We did shots with the Tupperware consultant last night. I'd say the night was a success.
Ran into him again last night, stole his glowstick and walked away. The glowstick mountain in my room keeps growing.
I was a bouncer for about 90 seconds until the real bouncers figured out that I was doing their job
I woke up this morning with a text from my mom as to why the hell random people were showing up at the house. Turns out nobody came to our house party because I gave them my old address, fuck pre-partying for real
When you sleep in the bathroom, you're no longer a guest.
She rode me like a jockey on that tiny couch. Then we spooned.
So I took my bra off and threw it in the bushes before we went to the bars..
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