What can i say im a girl who smells like weiners.
You were playing beer pong by yourself. Finally someone took the ball and threw it into the bonfire. You sat by it, cried, and contemplated how to get it out. For 45 minutes.
We have to talk through the words with friends chat so his gf won't find out
Hippo gnu deer
i just rememebered i spent like 5 minutes on the ground warming some chicks toes.
I'm really tired of your booty call eating my fruity pebbles.
You have to keep an eye on her tonight cause you know how she likes to pickpocket people when she's drunk.
I mean it was his birthday. How was I supposed to tell him he could not wear a sombrero while we bang.
I remember having the weirdest thoughts and thinking our room was a compass and we were in the compass or something.
No gay bar. My eyemake up looks like sex and Im using these dick daggers of mine tonight.
I just realized I haven't had a date or a potential possibility of a date in about a year. Then I realized I wanted to actually go on a date. But I'm sitting here getting high instead of being at a party. Life.
Tackling and headbutting friends, running away and hiding from everyone, attempting to streak across campus, and then waking up with no sign of a hangover... happy 21 to me
I'm watching Part of Your World now and I'm crying and I feel like I'm floating right along with her. This. This right here is some drunken Disney Magic
it was the kind of sex that I don't even know how my hair extentions are still in
Lol, perhaps. But the drinks are so cheap, the music is better, and the bartenders and bouncers all know my name. I can't abandon it, even if it is a gay bar, its still my Nirvana.
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