google image searching george stephanopoulos at 1 AM on a saturday night...once again
WHO ATE OUR COOKIES WHAT THE FUCK THOSE WERE GOURMET
oh fat girl friday strikes again...
I wish they made helmets for livers.
I'm always impressed by your drunken ability to quickly gauge how long it's been since you've shaved and whether or not your prospective hook up will care.
Someone better explain the burnt stove marks on my bed.
EMERGENCY: IS A KAREOKE RICKROLL ACCEPTABLE IN THE YEAR 2011?
Using that mug my little cousin painted for me as an ashtray for my weed...at least next time he asks me if I'm using it I can say yes
I wish we could skip the pretense of being normal and just start drinking wine with breakfast
Okay! I've got my sketchbook, my purse, my coat, and a knife hidden in my cleavage. I'm ready for to meet my blind date~
but I'll probably watch some porn later so it's not a complete waste of a Saturday night.
He woke me up for a 10am bootycall. he was already drunk when he got here and when we were fucking, bagpipes started playing amazing grace outside of my window!! I love Boston on st. Patties day!!
And is it bad that I haven't talked to guys who I haven't already dated? I feel like a recycle bin.
I remember him going "OH SHIT" when he saw you straddling me on the table. And it was like the best feeling ever.
We haven't been trashed enough to shut down a bar together in four days. I'm starting to worry that we're growing apart.
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