Of course im so fucked up sarah. I fight away tornadoes.
I'm at the store buying plan b and vodka
the cocktail of hope
then he compared my vagina to a dishwasher. A DISHWASHER?!
Grad practice is like a live scrapbook of my drunken sexual encounters
Bren left me with a lovely parting gift. Newfouund alcoholism. I'm on the kitchen floor, hugging a bottle of vodka. It's my only friend now.
I come back upstairs and she's leaning over sink full of vomit saying 'oh my god it's the chili'
I'm sitting in front of a fan naked drinking Gatorade. Motherfucking hangover probs
I've seen people win free drinks for a lot less dude, no need to drop trou on a piano.
You know you're hung-over when you're smoking and have the strong urge to eat the cigarette. No more buckets of gin. No. More. Ever.
I think we need to have a day of drinking in classes. I know we don't share any, but sacrifices need to be made.
Well I think won that argument, as the cops were leaving, they offered me a ride to the airport
So, I never imagined myself puking on the side of the road at 10:30 this morning to Lynyrd Skynyrd but here I am.
We watched Purple Rain and then proceeded to have sex while listening to the album. If that's not exactly how Prince would want people to honor him, I don't know what is
The coast is clear - also, would it bother you if I chose not to wear pants?
I went to steal condoms from your room and all I could find was chik fil a sauce
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