Paul doesn't remember going to the bar and slept on someone's porch...doesn't know whose porch...maybe near Howard U.
he keeps commenting everything on my facebook. it's like he's virtually peeing on me
I'll tell you what, we couldn't have asked for better binge-drinking weather.
i was about to cum until he started doing shrek impressions.
dude, there's a fucking musical in my head. it's fucking awesome being this high.
i dodnt think we hooked up bcause he actually texted me the next day
we just got kicked out of the mexican restaurant. i have a full pitcher of margarita's hiding under my coat.
The leasing office is hiring, so I gave them my resume and class schedule. I doubt they'll call me considering last summer at their "exotic animal" pool party I marched in with a funnel and demanded the employees chug. I doubt they've forgotten.
Now I get the fucking shakes every time I hear I'm Sexy And I Know It. Thanks, Captain Morgan.
If by "Are you high?" u mean "Did you just pass out at Genghis Grill walking to your table and falceplant?" the answer is yes.
My philosophy is thug life and that means never having to say your sorry for stealing drinks off tables
Nothing says "back to school" like walking in the first day with a hangover
I would like to formally reclaim my title of a turn up queen.
No fucking Jell-O shots or meth. Those are the rules
So many questions so I’ll prioritize. How did I survive last night?
Randomize