Apparently last night I sat at the bar with an upside down sharpie lightning bolt on my forehead, yelling "It's Harry Potter's birthday! Let me be on the qudditch team!" And I kept calling the bartender Dobby. There are videos.
Well, technically I had a shirt on, it was just around my waist.
is cock-oriented a word? I'd say I'm that lately.
I ended up naked in a pond with you-know-who and your saying your a good babysitter? Dick.
You just kept holding your breath for a really long time and calling it lung excersizes.
Come find me, I'm the girl sitting alone in taco bell at 9 in the morning drinking concealed beer with a straw
You climbed into the Suite next to us at the game so you could steal the half eaten hot dog someone had left on the table. That high.
Running across campus through Hurricane Sandy while hammered and in a slutty cowgirl costume obviously should be top priority tonight
just once I'd like to not pass out before we leave the designated pre-drinking place
It's Saturday night and I'm getting shitfaced alone while reading Dino porn. Wassssuuuupppp
Oh, that was the alley that I ate a pine cone in.
Let's stay in this weekend and play drinking games to the Winter Olympics.
As long as we can drink anytime we see a stray dog, mafia looking Russian or double toilet.
I have so many feelings about this burrito
I did not know male screamers existed until now. Good for him. Good for my ego.
i just want to cuddle, make out and maybe have a boob grabbed but no. someone has to have mono.
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