you came home covered in oatmeal wearing a tutu holding a stolen wrotting pumpkin and "its a girl" balloons tied around your neck.you were whispering the lyrics to aaron carters 'aarons party'. i think the real question was what DIDNT you drink last night
You were playing beer pong by yourself. Finally someone took the ball and threw it into the bonfire. You sat by it, cried, and contemplated how to get it out. For 45 minutes.
It's a Lindsey's Going to Jail Theme party.
On my way home I stopped at target and bought beer and galoshes. I am a planner.
Apparently I yelled "no stop it" in my sleep last night when he tried to cuddle with me.
Oops, guess its official. I just use him for sex.
Nope not happening. When I close my eyes the floor moves. I'm going to enjoy this free roller coaster.
Oh no. Not her. Her personality clashes with mine in ways that would make me wanna beat myself with a stick.
I went on an adventure and now we have more food.
Well, really we just have fire sauce and cookies. But they're edible.
he just fluffed my hair and told me I had to dance with him because we were both gingers.
Fly, little bird! Repopulate the ginger race!
its not everyday you see batman on the ground with someone riverdancing on his face bourbon street never disappoints
lets face it, we have a liquor cabinet with a designated chocolate shelf
I shamewalked barefoot this morning and the Dos Equis delivery guy judged the shit out of me.
We fucked on the roof... like that has to mean something
we found her. shes in the bathtub full of raw pasta. i dont even know...
hey im sorry i made fun of the color of your sheets, but like it was all i could focus on during sex because they were just THAT UGLY
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