I realized that I earned the name Classy cassie as i was throwing up vodka slushie in my bed with a guy I know by the name extacy boy
Fist pumping is hard when country music is playing FYI but I am committed
it felt like a thousand fairies were licking my balls.
Why does it always end up with me crying in my car.
You were hugging the toilet and shouting "don't let fatty eat me" through the closed door.
Someone else needs to become the bad example in our group
But you wear shame so well
Nobody knows who the hobo or dude who whipped out his balls is
So it's always a good weekend when you don't get any sleep, try opening a bottle of wine on rocks, and end up needing a tetanus booster for our stupidity... Same thing next weekend?
I'm gonna cougar town the shit out of that prom.
Hooked up with a guy solely because he had a chameleon. Priorities.
Moments after comforting her about her boyfriend issues I found myself in the other room showing him my tits.
currently working on a look that screams, "I'm dead inside, but still trying to enjoy the ride"
Remind me to NEVER AGAIN mix beer with tequila with beer with whiskey with vodka with rum with vodka.
I can't be sure but I think I slept with a clown last night...
i have a lot of questions about the picture quality/lighting/motion/gravity of the balls...
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