People are suprisingly accepting of someone doing a walk of shame in a toga...
the beat of "birthday sex" is shockingly similar to my dry heaving rhythm. it's making me nauseous all over again.
"Hung over, tired and having a faint scent of some body butter and random pieces of glitter from a girl named gigi, almost arrested in drug bust, $40 Canadian in my pocket and all i got was this lousy Tshirt" shirts dont exist, but they need to
I am a terrible person. This is almost as bad as when I was going to see my ex while my boyfriend was at that funeral.
He had a beer bottle in each of his back pockets and was on rollerblades. All I remember is following him for about 10 minutes
yea im pretty sure it has something do with my love of forearms...
I'm stranded in the Hampton area. Looks like I'm going to have to take one for the team and pass out by this applebees.
New Mean Girls drinking game: Everytime someone says Africa or Math, chug.
He licked my mouth. I felt like I was making out with my dog.
Why was I drunk tweeting incorrect Beyonce lyrics last night?
Maybe if I get to know him I'll stop wanting to fuck his wife so much.
Are we at that point yet where I can just say "I want you to sit on my face"? If not, want to go out for "drinks"?
Dude she's from Moscow. I feel like I'm cheating on America.
I've been sleeping with the same person for about two months now, I think I know a little bit about stability and commitment.
No idea who's grandma but people were just running around naked
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