I have a story that starts with Nutella and ends with sex in the laundry building at RIT.
How does, "Im sorry I was such an intoxicated bitch, I didn't mean anything I said" sound as an apology.
I woke up to him climbing naked through my bedroom window with a bottle of jd in his hand. Of course I had sex with him.
He has crabs, not bed bugs. I recommend incoporating a clinic on this mornings walk of shame route.
FYI, when you wake up, please note that I puked in your shoes because I sstubbed my tooee, not becus I was drunk.
Do you think that my Facebook profile picture kinda look like im being raped by a 10 foot polar bear ?
it still weirds me out that Robin Thicke is Alan Thicke's son
Because drinking and showering don't go hand in hand. There that's my PSA of the day.
I need to stop acting like a drunk bitch. People are going to get the right idea about me...
I got in an argument over whether or not I'm a slut. I argued yes.
You were trust falling into bushes
Why thank you for your unwanted opinion, person I've never met before.
leads to pukin, then cryin, then 24hr masturbatin binge, then cryin again and finally a combination of all 3
Good news!! I can adult!! 😂 turning down the strip club on a weeknight has become my crowning achievement ðŸ˜ðŸ˜‚
idk but im stoned n hiding in the bathroom from my kids with a really big bowl of really little candy bars
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