C thinks vomiting on the batroom floor = reaon not to party. Lies. Party continues.
it doesn't get any better than taco bell and soft core porn
The last thing I remeber was convincing you to hide in the fridge, and then taking everything out and you not fitting.
Sometimes I think my vagina thinks its a penis.
at the resort hottubing with french twins, who brought champange. this should be a postcard.
Dude, she looked like the Canadian Slam Poet, neck hair and all.
either she was really happy we won flip cup, or she was too drunk to notice her boyfriend behind her.
got into a fight with a bouncer over who's moustache is better again last night...
I'm so bored right now i'm literally Googleing all the possible ways to get high with household items as my mom is sitting in front of me..
Casually brushing the Bacardi out of my hair. It's a good time to ponder regretting everything that happened last night.
After being his wingman last night, I've decided I will never talk about becoming a lesbian ever again. Picking up chicks is way too hard.
You know you're hung-over when you're smoking and have the strong urge to eat the cigarette. No more buckets of gin. No. More. Ever.
The great part about clubs is that you can fart everywhere and nobody knows! The bad part is I'm on e and i have nobody to fondle.
If they were bad they leave that night, if they were good they get a gold star, and if they were great they get invited back. Simple.
I like to listen to classical music when I eat taco bell. I think it cancels out the aura of poverty and desperation.
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