What did I say to him last night?
Something along the lines of "your not here, I'm going to fuck sam. call me later babe, this won't take long, love you"
all in all not a bad night
I think I have a pornographic memory.
Don't you mean photographic?
No.
OMG! Someone dumped chocolate soft-serve in the bathroom! Dibs!
My bracket is officially just a list of teams that lost.
One is full of apple juice. One is full of tequila. This is real russian roulette my friend.
My penis has a 100% approval rating. He has never received a formal complaint. If you'd like to file one, you can go fuck yourself.
He's probably hung over. I sure as hell am. I want to pop out my eyeballs with a fork and soak them in cold water
I'm thinking about slathering myself with peanut butter and going to the dog park. What's the worst that could happen?
If you've never been partying there before, take Shae with you. Drunk Shae is like a GPS. She found us the only bottle shop still open at four, a pot dealer, and told us all which subway to take to get home. She'd never been to Madrid before. It was awesome.
I went to the bar without a bra on pretty sure you can go to Taco Bell drive thru with no pants
You kept trying to make cocktails with my protein powder last night...
I was so high. I had so much hair. It was like all my hair follicles exploded.
We stole a Christmas tree from the student center and then decorated it with everything we stole from parties... All I have to say is Feliz Navidad!
Uhm I have a bottle of tequila, a gallon of orange juice, and leggings. Now ask me again how hard im going? And that doesn't cover tomorrow.
Naptime over. I've got fresh contacts and tequila. RAAAAAAGE!
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