oh well we may not be friends on facebook but at least i got laid
this just has baby written all over it
Yeah that's one way to look at it on the other hand MY FUCKING BED CAUGHT ON FUCKING FIRE
I hope the walls stop moving before my manager notices that i'm still drunk.
That's right. If she can't abide by the rules then she gets booted. It's like survivor booty call edition
Thanks in advance for a great weekend. Sorry your roommates are going to hate you after I leave. They need to loosen up anyways.
They sat at the bar while we waited for a table. When the hostess came to seat us, they were shitfaced, and swordfighting wth chop sticks.
apparently i walked around all last night forcing people to beer bong whatever drink was in their hand. so far this morning ive had three people refer to me as beer bong man
Youre the drunk baby that everyone wants to take care of.
Last night I dressed up as a cowgirl and walked into McDonald's. I bought 20 mcribs. There's pictures
Our apt smells like hot shit marinated in oregano and cumin. No more taco truck dinner, fuck face. The wall paper is peeling.
No. There is no way we have to stoop so low as to ask your dad for weed. There has to be an alternative.
It happend again, swimming on the floor... Vodka is my friend
whoever decided snowing in 90 percent of campus on a night when the streets are flowing with tequila and skittles was clearly not an R.A.
If I'm not there when the plane leaves, I didn't make it through security. See you at home! Vegas bitches!!!
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