you came home covered in oatmeal wearing a tutu holding a stolen wrotting pumpkin and "its a girl" balloons tied around your neck.you were whispering the lyrics to aaron carters 'aarons party'. i think the real question was what DIDNT you drink last night
I literally need to be slapped with another cock just to notice it.
Part of my whole not being a slut anymore involves not giving other peoples boyfriends blowjobs
She was really fucking loud. My neighbors definetly knew my name...
Made dad pull of the highway twice on the way home so I could puke. Yeah i'd say we ended the semester well.
I blame it on the rum. It keeps jumpng doqn my throst.
i woke up and found a picture of his grandma in my purse.. im a kelpto
SOMEONE has to puke in the potted plants at an Xmas party. As their boss I felt it should be me.
Being sober is no fun. Karaoke and not wearing pants are not socially acceptable things to do anymore and this depresses me.
Sex was great. Left his house while he was asleep but on the plus side I was able to get gas station food.
I feel as if some line has been crossed, but only in this vague, WTF sort of way.
It's a herpes check up not a beauty pageant
He started humming a moment like this when I was taking off his pants.
I have 2 bottles of wine, a sharpie, and a panda mask and don't have to wake up early. Can u do the math on this?
If I'm not there when the plane leaves, I didn't make it through security. See you at home! Vegas bitches!!!
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