Then we started crawling around on the floor because we couldn't get up so decided to be tigers instead. Gotta love power hour.
you do realize eating doritos and gatorade as a breakfast hangover cure is only acceptable for one more month - then we have to grow up
This kind of poor decision making requires a real cup, not a mason jar.
hes supposed to be my fuck buddy. im not supposed to see him on his knees praying by my bed when i walk into my room.
David pulled a magic mike again and started stripping on every street sign we passed.
I feel my soul being ripped out of my eye sockets
I vote we get high and sneak off to McDonald's to get mcflurries.
YES. ALL MY YES.
If I was home I'd be ouija boarding the fuck out of the house, haven't been this high since that day
Why was I drunk tweeting incorrect Beyonce lyrics last night?
He had all the grace of a fucking hippo and the emotional control of a five year old
new low: I blocked him from seeing my snapchat story in hopes he will text me because he'll be afraid I'm dead or something
You were crying hysterically
So that's why my heels were in the oven...
just had sex in the back of my high school auditorium #dreamcumtrue
I'll start working on my manners when you stop using please and thank you in the bedroom.
So in hindsight, going through the McDonald's drive thru plastered at 4 a.m. on stolen bikes was a bad idea.
Randomize
