yeah it's now facebook official. i can no longer pretend shes my girl on the side
A guy at the bar bought me a jag bomb because I'm the chick that frosts his donuts at KT. Never have I been more proud of being a failure at life.
okay, I promise to stop paying strippers to hit you
I'd appreciated it if you didn't lick my boyfriends face again. I'm askin nicely. Thank you.
Kegger tonight. 10pm. $5 coverfor unlimited booze. Proceeds benefit nuns from Uganda. Bring friends. No shit.
oh, you know. just sitting in my bed high as fuck wearing a windbreaker and watching british tv.
Oh thank the gods of upholstery, i thought that was never coming out...
I've blown him while he hit my bong, I've blown him while he played video games and now I'm looking for a new challenge. Don't even try suggesting a blumpkin.
BOOTY CALL IN EFFECT, BOOTY CALL IN PROCESS, BOOTY CALL ACCEPTED, AND BOOTY CALL INITIATES FRIDAY NIGHT.
Of course the first guy who sees my nipple piercings is a Catholic from Nebraska who won't do anything but dry hump me.
Might I also add after my boss threw up in the garbage can and yelled puking rally, he dougied, then told me I wasn't about that life.
I'm like still hungover from the quinceanera.
We could put on there: "Drink jager bombs and do stupid shit faster, with more energy!"
So the girl I met at the bar last night came home with me. Played with my puppy. And left.
honestly if there were pictures of last night i would be embarrassed.... im embarrassed without pictures
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