you might get a letter about the baby you put in me. i was mad when i sent it.
if by 'bottleservice' you mean 'bringing beers in my purse' then yes, we are.
I say that when we get our grades back we're making a drinking game out of it.
HOnestly. That's my one goal for this whole trip. I don't give a shit about souvenirs or sand. I want penis.
I'm seriously gonna die surrounded by a million cats and an unbroken hymen
It was like the perfect storm of bad decisions.
I got stood up on a date. They are singing "dancing with myself" on karaoke in my honor.
He professed his love for me while I danced on a picnic table with a bottle of Absolut. I said thank you and walked away.
Be proud. You give fat lesbians everywhere shower-nozzle worthy material for weeks on end.
Omg no. We ate a raw pumpkin last nighr. We dipped it in BBQ sauce.
Yea. Some girl set a laundry machine on fire. She's not getting married.
In last nights drunken stupor i apparently purchased a luxury travel package for two to Australia. So uh...get a passport and clear your schedule for next month
hey at least you are getting hit on, i spent all day researching cat sedatives
Its nights like last night that make me want to high five my liver.
I came home and drank a bottle of wine in the bathtub. I have AMAZING coping skills!!
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