Where are I am going home with Ryan
I don't know who this or Ryan is but it is probably too late to talk you out of it
yea pretty sure we followed the trail of your spaghetti-o vomit to find the car
found POGS while I was cleaning my room this morning. Definitely bringing them back to school to turn into a drinking game.
super high. so of course there was a shoot out at the bank. there are 20 cop cars no lie. if i make it out of this i will never smoke again
we just got kicked out of the mexican restaurant. i have a full pitcher of margarita's hiding under my coat.
Never again. I promise. My old gay body can't handle that much adrenaline twice.
There are apples in the microwave and a cup of twigs in the fridge. I think she's hiding in the pantry, I can hear her giggling. Leaving her to it.
I think her version of saying goodnight was being flung over a guys shoulder as he said, "Bitch. You don't need no shoes."
animal crackers drenched in taco bell mild sauce... surprisingly delightful
breakfast of champions
breakfast of stoners
I convinced every single one of my cousins to bring me a glass of wine. I was the alcoholic queen and they were my subjects.
DOMA is dead. I'm definitely going to be the last of our friends to get married now.
The international association of gay square dance clubs had a booth set up in the lobby of my hotel.
That was the night, like, my hair caught on fire...
Themes for tonight: men who look like bill Gates but sing smash mouth songs. Women who's names are also food. Haircuts that DO NOT cover bald spots.
Are you done yet? I've eaten three corndogs so I'm ready 2 party.
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