I'm buying this stripper a house, I don't care what her name is.
No we didn't have sex. I got my period on his finger.
this mix will be the most desperate cry for affection in the history of itunes.
I buy you gas. You blow me. Economics.
Beer bonged 7 shots of Jameson. I title this night short stories with tragic endings.
Your lack of great college experience of margaritas and foam parties scares me
I've already agreed to hook up with 3 people tonight, and its not even 2:00 yet... I think this is what the path to success looks like.
I'm so annoyed. We're about to buy groceries for the week and at this point I'm hoping to sustain myself on pure alcohol.
I just want to sit my fat ass down at McDonald's and never leave
I feel like a sex bomb and I need to go explode on somebody
She's high and screaming MEREDITH IS A WHORE
Wtf is this place? I don't see any alcohol and I feel like we were supposed to bring our own strippers.
If you can't trust the person at the taco cabana drive thru, who can you trust?!
How much of a thot would I be if I put this pic up? On a scale of thot-ish to Queen of Thotlandia
I'm getting reacquainted with drunk me. She has grown up a lot.
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