I have a feeling that after last night, i'm not just going to hell. i'm going to hell on a full scholarship. free admission bitches
she's in the bathroom. spitting in the trashcan. not throwing up. just spitting and singing bad romance by lady gaga.
thatta girl
Where else am I to apply my creativity?
I don't know. Anywhere productive and not involving sex toys would be a start.
you spent the night getting lap dances from a stripper with a c-section scar then ended up at a one room casino by the airport and you say you're too good to blaze and see pirahna 3d? bullshit
You had me at "you have a nicer rack then her"
Remind me if I threw up on you last night or if that was just a dream.
We just did a shot to "getting laid in the bar bathroom". I love where this thursday is headed
drunk guy next to me on the train just tried to share his pizza with me
he just tried to feed it to me...i love new york
There's puke on my pillow. I'm still wearing my wedges. And I have a cab drivers number clutched in my fist.
I rigged together two of my vibrators for more power... I've created a monster.
Remember when we partied so hard that dude died and it cockblocked you hooking up with my sister?
I forgot that happened. That's the second dude that died on a vacation I've been on
Lusting after Beyonce when you're a lesbian is like having a crush on Jesus. You just don't do it.
We drank vodka and koolaid through a traffic cone. It got rowdy.
I'm playing trivia and drinking margaritas so now is not a good time.
momentary stint on a second floor library computer...guy next to me snorted blue adderall off his notebook through a cut straw, i cant tell if this guy is my hero or just plain crazy...
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