Apparently last night I sat at the bar with an upside down sharpie lightning bolt on my forehead, yelling "It's Harry Potter's birthday! Let me be on the qudditch team!" And I kept calling the bartender Dobby. There are videos.
before tonight, i was terrified of what tequila would make me do. but all it did was make me hook up with a movie star. sooo basically tequila's my new fave
Following a car with a GPS. We don't know where he's going, but he probably has a better idea of where we're going than we do. Also, very high.
I am growing concerned with the number of people here in cowboy hats
my resolution for 2011 is to fuck him whenever he wants it. this year I'm going above and beyond the call of booty.
We were on the balcony tossing jello shots to people passing below
When people said no i'd yell "i tried them i promise they aren't roofied!"
you were afraid hed set himself on fire so you dumped a box of baking soda on him
Yeah..I guess you know your hair looks like shit when TSA asks to inspect it
It's not that I even wanna fuck these guys anymore, just cuddle that's all. My conscience has never been so proud.
he pushed me in the lake knowing full well I had joints on me. that's drug-abuse!!
He can't just hit it and quit it and then eat your pop tarts on his way out.
She asked how comfortable I was with her while we were in the shower. She then proceeded to pee in said shower.
So Saturday night after 10 drinks I guess he tried to have sex with me and in the middle of it I asked "can you tell I'm faking it!?" and then I sat up and threw up in my hand. That's a sex Win in my books
So high that I just walked into class, late, sat down in my desk, and tried to buckle my seatbelt.
I dont know which is weirder.. the fact that i just watched our mom kick ass at beer pong and ride the pole like a true fire girl or the fact that ive never felt closer to her in my life.
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