Grossest hangover story of 09: Puked in the bathtub. I was in it.
there was a party in your bed and you weren't invited... change your sheets
Well, technically I had a shirt on, it was just around my waist.
Ran into that hot funeral director in the bar two days after the wake. pretty sure we drunk made out.
Grandpa would have been proud
He fucked my earring out of my ear. Of course he's coming over again.
told weddin planner we wanted to work in ceremonial body shots before vows. she hasnt reponded yet...
that freshman chick we always see on the weekends walked into art class wearing a jaegermeister shirt and holding a monster, which she proceeded to shotgun with a pair of scissors. It sickens me to know I will never achieve her level
HE THREATENED ME WITH A CACTUS. WHERE DID HE EVEN GET A CACTUS.
the boys love us. they call us "the stoner girl suite down the hall". not very inspired, but flattering nonetheless
He's such a champ. He puked on purpose just so he'd be coherent enough to roll this blunt
its 2pm. u awake yet?
ill text u back later. still peeling fingernail polish off my face.
He woke up, yelled "RALLY!" and then puked in my glove compartment
So I'm pretty sure I told every one at the party that "I'm going to fuck my pillow pets tonight?"
Being responsible doesn't make memories.
Is eating a dinner of fishsticks and gin mean you're failing at adulthood? I'm asking for a friend.
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