oh. my. god. the guy i hooked up with last night is currently wearing a dress.
my drunken desire to be gossip girl continues to ruin friendships for me
Not good, Ive never been this late. We need to talk.
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found POGS while I was cleaning my room this morning. Definitely bringing them back to school to turn into a drinking game.
i cleaned the weed out of my bowl, pretended it was a spoon and ate oatmeal with it. my mom cried
All i remember is people cheering me on to drink faster than the dog, out of the dog's bowl. I just couldn't stop.
Wow thanks 4 throwing jello at me an yelling who invited that guy to all the guys at the bar
He's hinting that I'm starting to be kicked out of their blunt rides, I can feel it.
when was she peeing in the stairwell? why dont i remember this?
....because generally we only remember 40% of the night each, and have to fill eachother in. And that still leaves 20% that we will never know and its probably for the best
I'm pleased to know that your mom refers to me as "the ass piliager" now
I was just doing the math on how much beer we need for the houseboat. in doing so, I came to the conclusion that we need to open a beer distributor business.
No more. You can't have nice things, and vodka is a nice thing.
I'm trying to find a fanny pack so I can bring pizza on my run
He met a girl at a stop light and managed to give her his number while driving down the highway.
The cat ate a weed mint. This is not a drill
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