I am so getting Plan B when we get home. Not getting knocked up by a dude with a hair piece.
No matter what you may say to me. You will still be the guy that managed to get his own cum in his hair.
At some point we were all eating banana flavored rolling papers.
I bet. I bought a surfboard and a kite and filled my camelback with vodka-tonics. Let's do this
P.S. The slutty NASCAR driver costume will be saved and used year round for role play.
I have Denny's hours of operations written on the palm of my hand....not in my writing, in a girls writing, is that as good as or equal to a cell number?
Ya I guess if we compared our actions now with our actions 2 years ago. We are definitely in a constant state of shit showness.
Made a pan flute out of the varyingly empty beer bottles on the table. Played a glorious tune that paid tribute to the winds.
You know what, don't say anything. You all made fun on me for saying I would fuck him junior year when he taught us algebra and six years later, HERE I AM.
So to add to headbutting the microwave while waiting for my hot pockets to cook. I apparently told both bartenders earlier in the night I was going to fuck them both. I hate black out drunk me..
What good is being a girl if you can't terrorize boys with pregnancy scares??
you know you're in deep when you watch fear and loathing in las vegas and every damn scene is relatable.
I was drunk, but not drunk enough to forget I had some dude on his knees begging for forgiveness.
Apparently I’m a terrible influence when alcohol is involved
I must be pretty memorable. I was walking past this dude and he goes "There's the Scotch Girl." I have ZERO clue who he is, but I'm definitely the Scotch Girl.
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