I even made an effort to dress like a conservative young lady who doesnt black out and throw up in her bed regularly today.
Currently in a meeting. i am playing the not throw up game. god i hope i dont lose.
You left your underwear here. I'm hanging it on my door
She stopped mid hookup to ask me if we'd be done before Taco Bell closed.
Yes, but if I hadn't gotten here early, I never would have seen the butch lesbian midget waddling down stairs from the bar. Worth every minute of drinking alone.
My name in their phones is "That Girl". If i can't get it to go away, I might as well live up to it.
No just sleep deprived. James woke me up at 7 and forced me to eat a hot pocket with him cause he " didn't want me to die".
Another memory: We offered for a stranger to live in our house under the condition that he took the garbage out because it's a 'blue' job.
We are the best.
Ps. We need to take the garbage out.
My favorite part was screaming to all my life by kc and jojo and just horribly failing
I miss forts and drugs that made me believe in unicorns...
He said he could outsmoke me so I challenged him to a weed duel. I don't always very competitive but when I do...
No, the high point was when you stood on a chair and shouted you were the god of tits and wine.
Calm down I'm not kidnapping the bartender
It's to the point where if a guy can so much as find my clit, I'll consider him amazing in bed
when you come over can you bring tequila and my birth control? Thanks girl!
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