Puked on a Tom Jones impersonator on the strip
don't get me wrong, i love how you're fun and free spirited. but there are some situations...like shooting down a bottle of sambuca standing in the shallow end topless surrounded by my friends
She solidified the fact that the icon from Wendy's is the only ginger I care for
He def has a gf... But hes 7 feet tall and that superceeds any morality I may have.
I found a map from his room to his bathroom this morning in my purse. Apparently I was too fucked up to get there without one.
Before I left he asked me if I could submit my panties for the frat house undergarment chandelier. I said yes
She wanted to to do it on top of a horse, I can't compete with that
But the guy you're fucking should not be within ten pounds of your weight when you're five fucking feet tall and he's 6'2". That's all I'm saying.
Just to circumvent as much mood-killing as possible, you are allowed a small amount of laughter at my pubic hair. Too much and I revoke your vagina privileges until you can get your shit together.
The bartender charged us for drinks. Life is different.
In a bar surrounded by couples hooking up. I'm just staring at one. Not drunk enough. Come save me.
And I don't know if this is really ESP, or just a crazy feeling, but I'm pretty sure he has an std. Or at least a cold.
It's dollar drink night and I have my honors society initiation tomorrow. Somehow I think this will not end well.
I had to try on three different bathing suits to hide my boob hickies
Update: I just threw up in between cars in the parking lot of magic kingdom.
Randomize
