Last night was def like the makeout party episode of full house
I get so lonely sometimes I set my phone's alarm to go off every 5 minutes or so and imagine people are texting me.
she said it was okay because they were "professional" nude pictures of her on the internet
our health teacher's ringtone is Bad Romance and she has a tramp stamp. i will not skip this class, ever.
i feel like an archaelogyst. im pulling apart last weeks brownies to find the weed in them
She walked in, looked at the bed, sniffed, sighed, and went to grab her cleaning supplies. I'd say she knows.
On the bright side since it was a Tuesday you weren't even in jail for the long! that could've been worse!
It was honestly the most delicious alcohol I've ever drank, plus the added risk of going blind from methanol poisoning really enhanced the experience.
My neck kind of hurts. I think from sleeping on the concrete.
the manischevitz sangria was a big hit
Im wearing a bra. Made of paint.
So here's a brief summary of my weekend: last night I drank four glasses of Death Punch, grabbed the toaster, said "This is mine", put it in my pants and walked out the front door.
If you don't wanna wax my ass just say so.
I just remembered that before we left my house I vowed to stay fully clothed and I FAILED
I wish I was taller so I could give these boobs the publicity they deserve.
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