i would punch a child for taco bell
In case you were wondering, you weren't dreaming. I really did get stuck between my bed and the wall last night.
we've already established he's totally wasted. but now he's just sitting at his computer, doing i don't know what, and he keeps saying "dammmn girl" in a really low whisper
I could feel myself puking on my feet but it was so warm i didnt even care.
He poured all of the vodka into the sweet tea and said that tomorrow it would be called 'surprise drunk.' then we had sex.
What can I say, he stumbled upon the key to my heart: orgasms and mac 'n cheese.
I am a human short and spout . Here is my jager Herr is my redbull . When i get real drink i shout out. Tip me over and pour yeager out
I still havent gotten an apartment yet, so I crash random college parties...get so drunk and then sleep on their couch
i feel like the 7 eleven by your house knows our deepest, darkest secrets
The only thing that made me get out of bed this morning was knowing that tonight, I don't plan on remembering what happened today
He's sweet and rough. A wonderful contradiction. He's the starburst of sex.
We got to his house at 7am and two random guys were on the couch shot gunning beers saying we were late for the party
There is not enough whiskey in the world to get me through what happened on Pretty Little Liars tonight.
First world problems.
Running my fingers through my hair was like that scene in Patch Adams where the old lady got to swim in a pool of pasta. I love Molly.
I need a significant other who'll eat Skittles from my boobs
Randomize
