The shirt is mine, the pants are mine, the bra not so much
i hooked up with a boy reading dear john, i have to get points for that somewhere
no he gets major points for having a girl hookup with him after reading dear john
the fucking easter bunny is here. he just made 3 cups in a row. no one knows who he is..
we just finished making mockaritas... then we prayed
god you guys know how to party
worst. bachelorette party. ever.
oh man. maybe i should puke on his dick? just to test how much he loves me?
Everything that you guys said happened came back to me. like a tidal wave of regret.
It's not meant to be. I also just shot a turkey baster of gin into Nate's eye, so....
Remember when you tried to talk but you could only count by 2s?
Couch. On fire.
My trash can is full of used condoms and girl scout cookie boxes.
I'm drunkenly throwing popcorn at a spider, fuck him. Why does his scary 8 legs get to be happy?
the bucket list is making me question my morals...and sexuality
Yeah, sometimes it takes a while to realize, wow you kind of suck and not in the fun way
I brought coffee but not enough for the naked guy on your porch
This is going to be so stupid, but do you feel the calluses on my hands when I give you a handy?
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