They still haven't come up with a cure for a hangover; good luck cancer.
yo dibs on the gosselin haired one.
OH MY GOD. JESUS STRIPPER. THERE IS A JESUS STRIPPER HERE. A STRIPPER DRESSED AS JESUS.
I was naked with an australian flag taped to my boobs. Damn internationals think they can claim everything.
I'm getting to the point of going up to a guy and saying "Hi I'm maggie and i can put my foot behind my head"... That desperate.
GOOD NIGHT DREAM OF ALCOHOL SNO CONES
It took him an hour to realize I wasn't this "Sarah" girl, and by then he was already crying and eating pizza rolls.
I could probably do something when Im able to get enough strength to think about thinking about to stand.
Just stared at a tree for a solid 5 minutes because I thought a German Shepard was perched on a limb.
It's been over a year since we've been get-so-drunk-you-throw-beer-cans-at-fat-girls-drunk together. That needs to change.
Made a holiday JibJab of all my fucks. How's your night?
Last night he ate BBQ Pringles out of my boobs...I feel like it was moderately productive
I don't know, but I assume drunk me had her reasons. I trust her judgement.
Tonight I plan on passing out fully clothed on the table. I don't know where normal people plan on sleeping.
just blew him in the library. I am a classy dame
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