we're blogging at a bar
So what's the moral of this story? Aside from 'lesbians hold grudges'?
I now have an ENTIRE drawer of unused disposable silverware from Boston Market... and you guys said I needed to "buy" kitchen stuff
Why the fuck is the royal wedding at 4am. That is obviously not the most appropriate time to drink during finals. It's like I'm bound to fail, by royal decree.
there is something about beer and popsicles that make the world go round
I swear I can't go out anymore. It's like he put a GPS in my dick. I don't know if I should feel awkward or proud...
Couldn't find my swimsuit top anywhere this morning but finally found it in the skimmer of the pool so thats how my night apparently went
Dressing as mugato from zoolander Halloween you may want to be the hand model. We can get you a fish bowl filled with Clementine Vodka and soda you can put your hand in.
Why did I see a weird snapchat of you barking at McDonald's last night?
If you enjoy dance recitals as much as I do, that's one shitty Father's Day...
I'm about to have a bowl of Advils... without any fucking milk.
especially when i'm drunk. his dick might as well be made of cotton candy.
I was walking out of the bar when he said I'll see you later and I said I'll see you in my dreams and then fell face first and broke my nose
Fast is cars. Home is I now. Drunk yoda me is.
He is a beautiful butterfly covered in tattoos and naked.
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