I'm trying this new thing, it's called standards
The last thing I remeber was convincing you to hide in the fridge, and then taking everything out and you not fitting.
No, we're smoking outside. We're hot boxing the world.
I have no idea what i drank..i remember dancing and ass grabbing..u falling. Headbutts. Trying not to puke. And deja vu.
I don't know how much more of summer my liver can take.
When were having sex he was mumbling some guys name. If he wasn't as hot as he is I'd be concerned.
Just paid a $5 cover at a bar I stumbled by so I could puke in a toilet and not in public.
Standing in front of the open refrigerator with a 3/4 empty bottle of wine eating Bac-o's from the jar, topless. Somebody really should've taught me better coping skills.
I can't tell you details but at one point I had her pee strapped to my back in a ziploc
Dude. I'm busy doing PR for America. FOR AMERICA. Europeans think we can't handle liquor.
'twas the night before moms weekend and all were blacked out. Not a coug was sober not even farm house. I was down to fuck but you were not in sight, so I bid pullmania a sweet goodnight.
You kept whispering to me that the guy making your burrito was an angel.
Vacuum the place before you go out of town there are random glitter cocks everywhere
I have rug burns on my nipples. Thanks for being an awesome wing girl.
I went to finger her and found a penny. I think ill keep it.
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