It started with Hannah Montana and ended with alcoholism.
tuesday night obama will do an address about the oil spill at 8... it'll only be about 15 minutes... but i think thats plenty of time for a drinking game. key words "oil" "bp" and "responsibility"?
Fuck yes. Let's make bingo cards.
Holy shit. Do you realize what this means? Officially all of my ex-bfs are either dead or gay
America approved of our night. A bald eagle flew over us at 7am
you better not pull some "waking up at 2 in the afternoon" shit, we have weed to smoke.
We realized he wasn't with us anymore, so we turn around and he's 20 feet back, peeing on a squirrel.
Can I sell my birth control in a yard sale?
I honestly don't know if ill make it through the next two hours. The hangover is strong with this one.
We legit stopped the the game so that Jamie and I could throw up in the bushes, and then continue to play intramurals... this is what my life is coming to1
I dont care how drunk you were. Making a bet with MY husband at MY wedding that you could seal the deal before he could is ALWAYS inappropriate!
Seriously. My vagina. Can we talk about it? It's gonna jump off this treadmill and devour my trainer.
My mom has finally acknowledged my soft spot for Russians. Finally.
He keeps texting me videos of fish swimming in his fish tank, so I think it's safe to say he's back on weed.
I will now send you explicit pics of mine and her genetalia bound together forever in the devils dance that is sexting.
We were walking home from Pluckers (read carrying your drunk ass) and out of nowhere you yelled "Say bitch you got a Facebook?" at a random chick walking by.
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