Conclusion from last night: Sometimes being classy isn't as fun as making out with a guy on a pooltable in a bar. Happy birthday, Canada.
you sent me the whole alphabet, one letter a text. it took 15 minutes to read them all
I just put on my hot pinky lace thong... you know what that means! ;)
Oh god. Slutty you is on the run. Someone needs to alert the city.
There's three frat guys comparing how you were in bed. apparently you have gotten worse with time
we found a loaf of bread in my bathroom i believe its yours. sorry i took a shower before we noticed so it might be soggy
Did you ask me to bring you a t-shirt to class or did I just dream that?
No, I did. It's a long story.
Fuck that. I will get OUT of CONTROL And rise from a hangover on Sunday like Jesus himself.
was I really that bad?
you army crawled across the kitchen floor, turned the cat into "super kitty" and crawled into the dog cage
Jailed a totally belligerent hot guy. That was probably my most thorough pat down. Ever.
I just found a half a joint in my bed. . .don't know if this qualifies as a proud moment or a cry for help
Just got to Evans to buy weed. His mom showed up unannounced. Now the three of us are chillen. Super.
His status said "sad." of course I liked it. I don't even care that I was the only one. Facebook isn't your god damn journal, we don't care about your problems.
Way to go. Now you have no beer and I have a cold tit.
You start to question your party girl tendencies when you're wearing the same shirt you wore the night before to work and you're trying to get last nights Jell-O shot off the sleeve on your way to work
you tried to drunkinly do the backflip kick off of karate kid and broke the big screen
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