im walking the streets of bville with a bag of cat food..looking for my car. i dont ever want to turn 21 again.
In The Air Tonight was playing in the dentist's office. Had to stop the cleaner to do the drums.
On my way home from Vegas. Just realized my pants are inside out
Nothing quite says America like barbecue and beer at 9 in the morning.
Two man bar crawl was hectic. Just found leaves in my pocket.
It's confirmed. We did xmas carol the grocery store across the street from his building at 2:30am... Only the staff was there.
I'm finding that as the end of the quarter approaches, the list of things I refuse to do sober keeps getting longer.
I rarely go in there. Unless it's for mini cadbury eggs and whiskey.
So we have also come to the conclusion that slam piece Saturday's are the appropriate follow ups to find a husband Fridays
It was insane. I was drunk for 11 consecutive hours. I woke up covered in almonds and there were footprints all over my shirt
I just hit myself in the face while taking off my shirt. I could never be a stripper.
I woke up naked on my futon with a blanket half way covering my ass and 20 half eaten chicken wings on my chest... At 7 pm... That kind of day drinking
you know you've had too much sex when your vagina hurts when you laugh
He yearns for your heart.
He needs to stop being a pussy about it.
He's easy on the eyes, light on his feet, and rough in bed...what more could a girl ask for in a rebound?
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