My friends, they love my intelligence
don't get me wrong, i like my boss a lot, but not enough to not bang his daughter
Sundresses, hats, and big glasses. That is the greatest trick the devil ever taught women.
she kept yelling 'call me bella'
Climbing onto the roof in a dress and high heeled boots was probably not the best idea, especially after all that Bacardi.
well other than the faint smell of fireworks in the truck you can't really tell the windshield was exploded
I have to talk to myself and be all "you are NOT horny tonight"
He ran around the party with a broken foot/ankle with a gallon of Malibu yelling "it must rain coconut"
Thanks for letting me in last night. I was drunkenly sleepwalking.
And literally 4loko margaritas are callin my name. They're like "Hey girl come on over here I'll make you forget about grades and boys and it'll be a good idea to send everyone 55 snapchats of your cleavage" ok
If you get that boat I will recruit some boat hoes for you and tape a video and sync it to I'm On A Boat. This is happening.
MILK DIDN'T HELP. IT'S NOT HELPING
But can mardi gras accurately capture the essence of my tiny rage?
All I'm saying is this is the exact reason I should not be left unsupervised.
Liquor has joined the party. Aly just fucking yelled "I LOVE COOKING" and poured margarita mixer, ice and tequila into the blender.
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