I just came to the conclusion that the most depressing part of my day is when I have to put clothes on.
if by 'bottleservice' you mean 'bringing beers in my purse' then yes, we are.
Also, I've sobered up around 5am, in Delaware. I remember making this decision, and highly regret it now.
He tried to slow-dance with me in bed. IN BED.
Yeah, this dress is irreparably whorey. I've resigned myself to being a family scandal.
Sex in the corn maze.....not as good as advertised.
I only see on penis in this picture but I assume there is another lurking out of sight.
it is a dangerous dangerous place where morals and dignity go to die and all your fantasies about men become reality.
He is peeing inside and sticking up for himself. Those are two of the four signs of the apocalypse.
I'm such a good drunk match marker. You single, you single... Drunk friend meet single boy. BOOM illegitimate baby made!
Look, when i woke up this morning, I had every intention of being a responsible twenty-five year old, cleaning up, making my budget, and filing my taxes. Its just I got siderailed by pot and downloading classic Disney songs, because fuck adulthood; everyone loves Disney.
My boobs are literally freaking out because I've been wearing a bra for more than three hours....I need to go out more...
woke up to my little sister's best-friend's boyfriend in my bed, but how's your saturday going?
Just reached for my phone in my non existant pocket while it was in my hand.
Btw I puked in your glovebox
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