He just left - my room smells like that cheese they put on nachos and cigarettes and beef
Yo quero taco bell
didnt we say no more talking to eachother
it will help you get over me i promise
im horny
ok i will unlock the door
you kept saying 'its nothing a six pack wont fix' as they loaded you into the ambulance.
you made sure to tell everyone that the amount of people you had slept with was actually quite low, especially when the size of your breasts was taken into account
is it sad that i can describe this night as "the night that i was sober" and we all know which night it was. like literally one night of sobriety.
Im only slightly posetive that left over guacamole and wine are unacceptable for breakfast at 6.30 am
VODKAVODKAVODKAYESSSS
The way I'm gonna look at it is, if you don't makeout with your roommate once in college, you didn't do something right.
I have a scary feeling my mom might switch her goals from finding me a husband in 2012 to sending me to rehab
I thought it went well, but he just sent me a video of me sucking an icicle on the fire escape of his building with the caption "The ice got more than I did." Somehow I feel like I owe him a blowjob.
I look like one classy bitch running in heels through my backyard while carrying a small dog and a large bottle of booze. How am I still single?
Seems like you've kicked summer 2012 off well.
we probably should not get naked in my neighbor's garage again. just sayin
We drunkenly built a couch fort and fucked in it. I've known her since preschool. This was every childhood fantasy mixed with adult dreams come true.
You have to just make a conscious effort not to make out with people when he's around if you want to keep him in your life?
reminiscing on last night: why the fuck did I feel the need to stand on chairs everytime we took a jello shot?
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