It's 10am, I'm at grocery store buying booze b/c the bf just told me that he didn't "technically" break up with his ex.
Thats the last time I go out drinking with my Irish friends. Two shots of flaming sambucca = bar on fire. I was only trying to high five the barman.
He showed me a four inch blond hair that grows out of his side. He calls it his little ray of sunshine. Please come get me.
it's official, i've been high in 26 different states, and three different countries.
By round 4 of the Dead End shots, I thought my jaw was dislocated ... Best invention EVER.
Who would we be if we didn't go out to drink during finals week? NOBODY
I want "hickeys on my ass" sex
I can't remember much from that party after we snapchatted my dancing boobs to all of her contacts
Well, it's a fine line between people-watching and boob-staring. It's a gray area. But we're in Paris. Let's leave it at that.
I woke up at 4 am to a guy curled up in the fetal position sobbing in our front yard. Oh college.
this hospital has no fireball
I got high and had sex with reindeer antlers on. It was magical and animalistic. Tia the season.
Sometimes in life you just have to realize the security deposit isn't worth it.
So, I just found out Ireland, is #1 in binge drinking. I know its Sunday but this one is for America.
He was talking about his friends deceased ferret and I still managed to orgasm.
Now THAT is dedication!
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