so just incase I die tonight I'm making a list of people that I don't want to be let in to my funeral
Beer bonged 7 shots of Jameson. I title this night short stories with tragic endings.
It was one of those "I have no idea if this will ever happen again so I can't say no" opprotunities. Part of me was like, "You slut" and the bigger part was screaming, "Hell yeah"
whatever. as long as im no longer referred to as the girl who fucked the pledge on his big brother's couch.
For the first time in my life, I paid for my own alcoholic beverage last night. Am I getting ugly?
To be honest, kinda.
hooked up with the gay kid & his friend's mom told me "you know he has a identical twin brother whose straight, right?"
You started an entire relationship based only on sex and emoticons.
Me and the guy at the liquor store are on a first name basis, college is all about networking.
I told the DJ last night to play Third Eye Blind before 1:45 and just pointed at him as I walked away. He didn't do it and at 1:45 I just walked out pointing at him, without my friends
Glass of stolen champagne in a to go cup = tastiest hangover cure ever
I'M GOING TO FUCK AN ENTIRE ORCHESTRA AND NOTHING CAN STOP ME
The band club does not count as an orchestra
These last few days with George, grandma, and now Carrie all dying have been pushing me further and further into rum's sweet embrace.
Dude, they hit that lizard part of my brain that tells me to fuck people.
Preach sister.
He's teaching me French for free and I'm giving him blowjobs. Win-win.
What do you mean relationship? He paid for my tires and I gave him a blow job.
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