at some point to night u and I have a 'meeting' too...(1-737): I hope so
dude, my face is all kinds of fucked up right now. and don't even start with i told you so...
He better hope I dont die soon. Because I would haunt his bitch ass and cock block 24/7
on a side note you can NOT make bong water out of a pear
He poured all of the vodka into the sweet tea and said that tomorrow it would be called 'surprise drunk.' then we had sex.
I'm soaked in beer, and I think blood. Why did we think we could tap a keg with a hammer?
My Mom printed off all of my Augusts text messages. Apparently I've been drinking WAY too much and having an intermediate drug problem. I have to go home everyw weekend for the rest of the semester
Everything sucks i just wanna cry and smoke a bowl and pet my cat and die. All at the same time
I am convinced that after two dates and a few adult sleepovers that he still doesn't know my name.
i feel like there is just so much pressure to sex him up, its like the weight of the world is on my vagina.
Also I fell in love w a girl dressed as a pirate that was great at doing the limbo
I found his belly button lint in my hair. Can't say it was worth it.
I just did a shot of Jameson and two shots of cuervo. Note: this is the moment things went down hill
Google Maps needs to have a hungover setting. That bitch talks too loud and all I want is breakfast tacos & a bloody fucking mary.
I will never use my dick in anger. With great dick comes great responsibility
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