you threw up in the bushes next to the ABC store and kept saying "you're home, blueberry vodka, you're home!"
And PS thanks for calling it my "sexual liberation" and not "slut fest 2010: part deux!"
good news. according to wikipedia, my blackout might just have been "post-trauma amnesia"
Oh come on. There's no way I was the only female choir student taking shots in the back room.
Now he's trying to use the tornado warnings as an excuse to get head. Yeah, b/c THAT'S the last taste I want in my mouth b4 I die...
you have failed as an in class drinking partner.
that's probably because you left your arm in the fishtank for 90% of the night
So watch family guy till our brains melt and then bang till our bodies hurt?
I came in your room, you looked at me and said "I fucked up" and then some kid showed up and took you to the hospital
I think a van full of parolees just blew me kisses. Thoughts?
Oh and I'm kind of in the library.
Waiting for the foreign guy who keeps staring to make his creepy move.
Are you coming down for 4/20 or does Easter kinda fuck that up for you?
Coffee and girl scout cookies. Breakfast of champions.
Get fucked.
Im getting out of handcuffs then i'll give you a call
I mean she's doing calculus in her head to prove how NOT drunk she is.
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