Partly cloudy chance of praying to the porcelin gods
It started with Hannah Montana and ended with alcoholism.
TAKE DOWN THAT PHOTO OF ME IN THE NURSES COSTUME NOW.
I think a girl in front of me glued an ugg tag to a weird pair of boots.
You said that we had to leave the party together and proceeded to repeat the "ducks fly together" speech from The Mighty Ducks word for word. Soon the whole party was quite and started chanting quack..quack...quack..
standing in line at subway, they've got 'stand up and get crunk' blaring. the lines out the door and everyone is dancing. Lombardi Gras rules.
God forbid we drive unregistered mopeds without license plates on a pedestrians only sidewalk without goggles while flipping off passing cars.
I wish dancing around my house in my bra and underwear to Love Shack whilst eating strawberry cake batter was an acceptable form of exercise.
Marshall is naming all the elements of my face. I love science nerds.
All I know is when I checked my phone this morning google translate was open with "help the cow ate my robot" translated to French
I ate a hotdog off the ground last night.
You know what else? He didn't even get to see my butt. And my butt is really cute. Car sex is awful.
Broke my ankle and blacked out on my scooter last night. 'Twas grand.
All I remember is being lured out to sit by the fire by you holding a piece of pizza in front of me
He literally shouted this Viking war cry when he cam. Then as we laid there he sang me the most beautiful rendition of " When Irish Eyes are Smiling". I've never been more confused.
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