The walk of shame is so much worse when you've spent the night third wheeling.
whatever sunny in Philadelphia does on Thursday nights, I'm doing all weekend.
The crowning achievement of my weekend was hooking up with someone I'm at least facebook friends with.
Brought a cooler and a case to a parade. I'm getting dirty looks since it's 10:30. Telling people it's for the troops.
his mom found me in the closet hiding and the only thing i could think of was to sit there and wave.
What happened to him?
He was walking right behind us then disappeared.. turns out he checked his luggage at a night club, continued to drink and dance, then slept on the 4th floor of some museum
she was using bread to soak up the vodka off the floor then proceeded to eat it.
He bought me a oreo ice cream cake with "thanks for not calling the cops!" written in icing. If that doesn't sum up winter break, I don't know what does.
Maybe there is a secret pocket full of cocaine in that spiderman wallet.
I don't know, I kept pretending that I was riding an elephant during. It was actually really fun, but you can't tell him that!
I know how vodka works Grace. I'm drunk, not stupid.
I have 2 voicemails from u last night. one of them is just 5 min of u saying "doodling"...
I woke up to the smell of shame and vomit in my hair... went to the bathroom to shower and passed out... woke back up naked with the blow dryer on... thanks for making my birthday a success
So if your sore it's because you tried to tackle a tree last night. When I told you at the party, you said "What do you expect, I'm an athlete!"
short story short, i just screamed anal seepage in the middle of a diner.
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