Where you at
assisting at a photo shoot in williamsburg till 7ish. wassup?
Doesn't matter. I already jerked off in your bed.
My low point of the night was when my roommate spit out her jello shot and i took it...
Smoked a bowl on a rollercoaster. Literally ON. Beat that.
Just found two Xanax on the floor at the tanning bed. And yes, Im taking them...looks like going to get cancer is paying off
Now for something completely different: ive figured out how to eat a banana without insinuating something completely naughty
there was 12 of us, girls included, shirtless and wielding swords as we bet on rock paper scissors in the middle of the bar. It was like Cinco de Mayo version of the Deer Hunter
i feel sorry that you can never enjoy the feeling of shaved balls
Everything sucks i just wanna cry and smoke a bowl and pet my cat and die. All at the same time
It sounds miserable..I have to wear a dress and it's a cash bar?
By the way, playing "guess who I had sex with last night" was a great way to start a Thursday, or any day
That gas station is used for only two things, picking up moonshine and getting murdered. Only two outcomes.
I don't like him near enough to give up day drinking AND my prostitute costume
Welcome to the difference between being FWBs (remember how we used to see who could get more lap dances a night?) and being in a relationship. Fun, huh?
I'll be there with bells on. And by "bells" I mean "jäger bombs". And by "on" I mean "being poured down my gullet".
are you the reason the first floor girls' bathroom smells like weed?
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