They were like stripper heels, except business stripper heels, the kind strippers would wear to court.
The only requirement is that his name is Kevin... All other factors don't matter to drunk me. Drunk me likey Kevins.
nope, if she's going to skank it up with ginge-a-saurus douche she deserves the silent treatment.
You kept running up to random groups of people and saying "I'm a Dallas Cowboy Cheerleader so we all have to chug our drinks!" and they all listened to you.
What are you doing and how can I add sex in there
Dude. That is just waaaay to much random to process after that tequila battle.
You're gonna judge me.
Howd you sleep with him already
Another reason why I like dubstep now, it makes me feel even higher than I already am.
I just rolled over in bed and felt a bump. Turns out it was a lil nug. Talk about being princess and the weed.
I would agree. Whose business is it if I like to guzzle vodka by the liter on my of time? Answer: mine.
We were like ok let's be eachothers maid of honor and then you were like "ok see you at the wedding" and walked away
Plus he is a pilot so I could give him flight dome
I hope every time you eat hashbrowns you think about me, the awesome sex we had and how great we could have been.
Campus scavenger hunt! and by scavenger hunt I mean all the pharmacies are sold out of Plan B.
A true gentleman never tells. But yes, I did indeed get laid last night
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