I wanna go to beed woth a nboy
my mom just walked in on me furiously masturbating while reading twilight. needless to say, im officially out of the closet.
wtf someone played my fucking brickbreaker games and lost i had ten fucking lives. ughhh
maybe you did when you were drunk
no way, i wasn't THAT drunk.
Last night I fell down in the street (I think in someone's vomit), cut my knee up, lost my moms necklace and my license, and had to walk back to the hotel.
We're so high we're finding things in the room to build a submarine with. So far we have two cardboard boxes, a piece of wood, puffy paint, and an empty bottle to use as a periscope.
Taking jello shots out of a big bowl from a measuring spoon. holla atcha boy.
Damn you and your Monday night power hours.
I'm not drinking anymore...and by that, I mean until St. Patrick's Day.
All I know is she walked in crying with a bag of limes and a bottle of tequila and has been locked in her room blasting lil wayne ever since.
I also found a beer label in my bra and I'm pretty sure you put it there and said "this means I trust you"
I had to physically pry the rocks out of your hands so you wouldn't throw them at the guy with the cowboy hat. You probably would've missed anyways.
I have my vibrator between my thighs and I'm listening to high school musical. That kind of high. We're all in this together.
Drunk texting is the poetry of my life
Give me a minute. I'm trying to buy moonshine from a railroad worker named "Cowboy."
I got so many dick pics last night. It was like a slideshow from heaven.
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