'Watching yourself cry on Photobooth' is the new 'watching yourself cry in the mirror.'
Last night was def like the makeout party episode of full house
i woke up to my roomate hitting me in the head with a can of PBR at 8:30 in the morning...i love spring break
all i asked was if it was all the way in, and now im laying here alone. sensitive guys fucking suck
next time a party gets busted lets get a group photo first.
full cup flip cup was not exactly the reason I wanted to tell the cops when I was sleeping on the curb
I think my goal for this black wed is to not scream at an off duty state cop in a bar after trying to flirt with him. No need to make that an annual tradition
I woke up this morning at 8 to my roommates still drunk, hanging out on the roof, and screaming at bikers. They couldn't figure out why they were into it.
So Monday we're lesbians.
Deal. This decision is final and any rebates on this will result in losing an eyeball.
I'm tired and starving, and I'm pretty sure I just cost the company 33,000 dollars...fuck you and you're "you'll love going to work high" nonsense.
i don't know what part of 'duct tape bikini waxes' seemed even a little okay in our drunk minds, but i'm never drinking with your sister again
The guy I blew last night was pierced in multiple places. I had to use extra caution to avoid my temporary filling.
For me the most fucked up part of last night was that I know for a fact that you were sober. But your dancing was a close second.
Sorry I've been a slutty nightmare this week
I drunkenly said, "That's my future father-in-law!" And everyone made an uncomfortable / disgusted face... including the aforementioined future father-in-law. Maybe I should start dating other people.
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