Last night I fell down in the street (I think in someone's vomit), cut my knee up, lost my moms necklace and my license, and had to walk back to the hotel.
I can totally hide my daquiri in my sling.
Just ran into my ex in the WOMENS bathroom. He said I did this to him. Swore he never wore my clothes but said he liked my skirt. I need vodka.
Everyone was high fiveing on their a walks of shame home. God im gonna miss college life
I seriously dont think i have ever ridden a horse sober.
We really need to stop competing to see who can get more drunk, and I REALLY need to stop winning.
Interesting preview of what next year will be like. Side note, missing a chunk of flesh from my middle finger.
I'm tired of stuffing my fat into a slutty costume. Next year let's go as homeless girls. Cute ones. In leggings with camel toe.
I just remembered that we had an in-depth conversation about how it was too stressful to wear pants.
3 2 1 whiskey
I'll pay you back with progressively deviant sexual favors.
I feel like my vagina was just in a fistfight.
First of all she starred talking about God which immediately killed my buzz
Stories. There's stories.
MEGHAN YOU'VE BEEN THERE FOR 20 MINUTES
I'm always down for nudity.
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