i could't wear that belt anymore, it was gonna make me keep shitting for the rest of the night
week 6 of class: i have yet to go to spanish sober. i love being THAT girl.
you just broke rule number 1. If you can't lift her up don't date her
I put the beer in my little red riding hood basket.
I just rolled a joint with a page from On The Road by Kerouac. I have never felt like more of a hipster.
I didn't mind getting the stomach flu from him. we had great sex AND I'm seven pounds lighter
just a heads up, there may or may not be a mailbox full of the leftover beer on the table in your basement.
lets be honest. she's not NEARLY as much fun to fb creep since she got out of rehab...
I just told you I can't. My fingers are melting. I have discovered the high.
All I'm saying is that whoever owned the wheelchair clearly didn't need it or they wouldn't have been able to leave it there
I think they were cool with it, they should have know if I was the host of the baby shower it was going to involve a keg and jager shots.
Sometimes things go your way and sometimes you get hit on by a fat drunk girl.
its the kind of night you break several limbs and say you were lucky
Tell me again your tentative move date. There are 5 Russians in my apartment on ecstasy and they are having a rave in my living room. I can't. I need to move stat
Let he who has not made drunken spaghetti at 3 a.m. cast the first stone.
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