Countdown til Saturday. I'd assume we're somewhere around 10,000 bottles of beer on the wall.
drunk making out is the fucking beeeest. specially when it's your exboyfriend
I wonder if you'll be as excited about this as you are now tomorrow morning.
you made sure to tell everyone that the amount of people you had slept with was actually quite low, especially when the size of your breasts was taken into account
I woke up naked dangling by my feet from the balcony over his foyer. He's officially my new favorite booty call.
Fell asleep on the Grass at Lolla woke up in the Brown line. What. The. Fuck.
I've liked him since I puked on him on my birthday so I want it to be special.
my still drunk mind thought "hey this is a really good time to stand in the middle of the street barely clothed in 20 degree weather at 4 am talking about the blow job i gave him soph year of high school"
I just threw up birthday cake.. who's birthday was it?
Some guy in the bathroom just took his shirt off and proceeded to tell me the story behind all of his stab wounds. That's what I get for making small talk
dude ur drinkin a beer not ta capri sun. lose the straw
"She's seriously grinding on him while whispering into his ear, 'take me to McDonald's.'"
Thank you, BTW, for defiling my bed. Glad it was done well.
Matt is trying to convince me that we have a deal where if I show him my tits he won't do cocaine. Apparently we shook hands on it?
It was get out of line and go pee and get no beef briskit. Or stay in line, pee my pants, but have beef briskit. I really wanted my beef briskit
I woke up with a giant paw print on the side of my face, my jaw hurts, and I have no idea how any of this happened.
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