i puked out the bus window last night on the way home. i remember it, but i don't remember everyone else screaming to put their windows up.
Yeah. My legs are trembling...hard to walk. Feels like a neon arrow is pointing at me saying "just had sex (with not his wife)"
he was sending me dirty texts but i was watchin nickeloden and couldnt get into it
im ashamed your my cousin
Her life must suck. All she's got is "Miss Shamrock" WHICH SHE LOST!
You are colorful like whore, yet adorable, like sad puppy. You need more drink.
we were boning in the bathroom when her boyfriend came upstairs. I wish i could remember what happened next more clearly, because it had to have been hilarious
What can I say? When alcohol is my motivation, I can move mountains.
Give him a trash can and a welcome home balloon, he will be good.
I miss the time when Mondays weren't the new Thursdays. I can't drink like my 17 year old self anymore.
I feel like our low point of the night was when we had to start chasing with ice cubes and wheat thins.
Soggy bong water carpet is the worst kind of carpet.
If tits could talk, mine would be bragging
I woke up with jello shots in pant pockets so I must've had fun
this is honestly why we're friends. we drink tea and plan to do drugs together.
I walked in to you guys using a milk jug as a gravity bong
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