I can't ever handle being "that girl" again. At least not until next semester.
We convinced him to snort an altoid. We should not be allowed to drink together
I feel like I have streams of color and coldness wrapping around my body.
I just want to make mistakes. Like stds that go away with antibiotics mistakes.
So I realized I was officially over him when I was getting a lap dance on the keg bus at 3am from his old boss and I was double fisting:)
One is full of apple juice. One is full of tequila. This is real russian roulette my friend.
Just drove past the dude that came in your sock
I'm not having the "why are your fucking my daughter" talk and the "your a drug addict" talk with your mom tonight.
You drunkenly hook up with 5 people in one night and suddenly everyone tries to party with you.
It's a noodle incident. All I can say is that it was completely accidental, no one was too seriously injured, and I'm not allowed back to that bar without a designated pusher for my wheelchair.
Can I just say how funny it is that your "respect" tattoo is right above the bruise from me slapping your ass
Babe, holding my hair while i blow you doesn't count as being romantic
He left cushions on my floor, chocolate on my bra and unexplained scratches on my thighs. I think this one might get a second date.
Either my apartment is haunted or I'm far more drunk than I thought
i woke up with a shamrock tattoo on my wrist and a fat bruise on my hipbone. please tell me its not real.
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