It's 10am, I'm at grocery store buying booze b/c the bf just told me that he didn't "technically" break up with his ex.
Three 40's of Mickeys, is no excuse to be naked at Baskin Robins.
I have a story that starts with Nutella and ends with sex in the laundry building at RIT.
My life is like a Sweet Valley High book but with lots of alcohol.
threw up in a bar last night and got laid on an air mattress. my bucket list just got a lot shorter
I think I'm going to make a pina klonopin before class.
I feel like I need to get a restraining order against him but I'd probably be the one to break it.
let's see, i ended up walking for an hour towards a macdonalds that didnt exist, sprinted full tilt into a powerline, and left a 30 dollar tip to a waitress at dennys we made friends with. I REGRET NOTHING
I deleted my history right in front of my girlfriend w/out her seeing. Let's go skydiving with no parachutes. I can live thru anything.
Get you some cowboy.
In that sentence you are the cowboy. That is not saying you should get a cowboy for yourself.
They came over the loud speaker and said "no laying on the dance floor.." I thought i was dancing, but apparently that's just the way it started out.
You ripped my pants off and gave me the choice use it or lose it what was I suppose to do.
sometime during the night he found me in the empty hotttub singing marvins room in only my bra.
My party ended early and I have a mountain of shrimp and weed
all i'm saying is don't blame me if your purses are filled with whoppers
are we talking malt balls or BK?
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