Culvers...So Good
So good. The butter burgers slip right outta my ass.
is it sad that whenever i need to spell "independent" i still sing that one rap song?
I am so hungover and cant move but craving a Wendys frosty so bad. I might have to watch 2 girls 1 cup just to settle the urge
This is how we made chicken soup last night: Whole chicken in a pot of vodka with a box of crackers and some carrots. We should go pro.
oh my god. were standing in the kitchen and were chanting "EYEBROWS" and shaving peoples eyebrows. I have work tomorrow and want to keep my eyebrows.
I'm very fluent in vodka, but that seems to be a whiskey dialect.
I feel like a blind man at a water park. Every step has the potential to be either fatal or lead to accidental, but totally enjoyable, sex.
And literally 4loko margaritas are callin my name. They're like "Hey girl come on over here I'll make you forget about grades and boys and it'll be a good idea to send everyone 55 snapchats of your cleavage" ok
I'm a bit offended I got no nudies back but it's whatever
They're in the mail. Snapchats too fast. I want the suspense.
it was like fucking a Mumford & Sons song
Talking to him sober hurts my brain
Found the cure to anxiety attacks.
An orgasm
oh man that would be weird.. i feel like we should do dirty things before anything super intimate like a massage.
MY LIFE IS HARD OK. I HAVE TO WAKE UP AT LIKE 10 OR 11 AFTER SMOKIG POT AND PLAYING FALLOUT UNTIL 3
I have a bottle of rum in my pocket...what does that say about me...
You come prepared
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