this kid down the hall keeps banging on his drums...i feel like i'm living in jumanji
I woke up this morning and was hoping we drank enough last night to have a unicorn drawn on my wrist. Good News: We did.
I'm not going to blow you while you look at fish on the internet.
im pretty sure you tried to fart so bad you accidently pissed your pants at my party.
Covered in glitter and dick. 2010 feels a lot like 2009.
just credit carded her and her mom at the same time... that drunk. get on my level
My professor just told me I'm living a lie and I found puke on my pants. How do you think it's going?
We don't really communicate like that.
Communicate like what?
Communicate like people who want to see each other when their genitals are inside their pants.
From the same High Brittany who brought you such thoughts as, "Fuck, am I wearing shoes?" Comes High Brittany on a date! Stay tuned. This will be interesting.
I hope our bodies realize that workaholics starts tomorrow and will be well enough to handle the hell we are going to put them through. amen.
I traded my pants for a Santa hat last night and it was so worth it.
Got home. All the lights were on. All the doors were unlocked. My room was covered in beads, there's puke in the sink and of course our toilet is still broke. I'd say it was a decent Mardi Gras
"I'm pretty sure all our toasts were to Ben Afflecks penis last night."
He spilled some of his beer on your shoulder then proceeded to lick it off. By the face you made, I don't know if you were completely horrified or really turned on.
rowboat hit a rock. taking on water. going down fast. bring cheerios.
aye aye capn
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