Mental picture: Us at a bar keeping it classy shot gunning PBR's in the corner.
That was a good example of when keeping it real goes right
His shirt was in the kitchen sink this morning, I'm pretty sure my roommates know.
But why is there no point in liking him? Does he have herpes? Is he married? Is he gay? Did he get his penis chopped off in a freak accident? If the answer is no to all of the above, then he is fair game
And to think..we used to do everything sober...
I am trapped in a bar with french tattooed drug dealers who also blow glass art. Just in case this is bad, know what happened.
Just got complimented on my chugging... Car bombs show how good I am at swallowing, they should be my new pickup line.
You were in subway at 3am showing everyone your tan lines
Mom just referred to a 9 year old as "this bitch", so I'd say day drinking was a success.
Are you wearing clothes?
Fuck no, who do you think I am
When we were texting for those few weeks, I some how established a crush on you. And its weird and wild and stupid and silly. But these things just have to be said sometimes to determine what's real and what is infatuation. And to suffer the consequences of five am drunk philosophy. No regrets.
There's mini weenies and empanadas everywhere...
Well, we ended up labeling the relationship. We are now each other's designated butt-toucher.
Tune in tm morning for how to buy Plan B in a foreign country while coming down off ecstasy
i just cleaned my bong... I do not feel healthy
Jenna is yelling bc of the condom wrappers and cum stains. This is the 3rd and last time you have sex in my roommates bed.
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