You know it's time to leave Spain when you are back and forth between Skype and a Spanish dictionary trying to figure out out to say "I can still smell you on my skin."
guess they didn't have any donuts in her size.
I am literally hand feeding my crying ex boyfriend taco bell. What has my life become?
I cannot even. Taco bell reception. Beers. New friends from Georgia.
I mean...he was throwing up for almost 3 consecutive hours. I don't think there's a chance in hell that would have tasted even close to tolerable.
Not sure how I feel about St Psts and March Madness being on the same weekend. I feel like I've been screwed out of a drunk holiday.
And you were like "stop making pop tarts, lil bowow" as you grabbed the pop tarts from your ex and consumed them. Teach me your ways.
nope. just stoned. wishing i had a golf cart.
I started screaming "MY PARENTS ARE MORMON" at a stranger and promptly proceeded to run into a wall. How do you think it went?
You sent me a snapchat of you hugging a beer with the caption "best friend"
I was so high I just stared at the papa john's app on my phone and cried
Should we make a shared Google doc list of places we want to fuck? Like a scavenger hunt?
I told him I lived in the apartment beside his brother and he said "oh, you're the girl that watches really loud porn!"
I left you a really long drunk voicemail and I remember something about a bat
He said it was the classiest hand job he ever had because my nails were painted red. We need to go to nicer bars from now on.
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