Drunk x Brooklyn = problems getting home. If I don't make it you can have my computer and my bitches. You're welcome.
NO FUCKING WAY. PLEASE MAKE HER IMPLANT THAT POOR KID INTO A RESPONSIBLE UTERUS.
I can mark tailgating, going to the game and getting road head off my to do list today
So drunk can't even tell it's my own house. WOaoOw.
apparently drunk me likes to play hide the puke.. was not a fun time washing all my legos.
I took your shirt off for you after you threw up on yourself, read you the ugly duckling, and then tucked you in. you better fucking love me, jackass.
she had a concussion and she still scored nine points higher than me on the midterm
pre-gaming in the library. just gonna keep going until i'm too drunk to keep working and then i'll be there.
I have glow sticks stuck to my boobs and a missed call from the 911. I'd say last night was a success.
I CAME HOME WITH MY NIPPLES PEIRCED! WE WERE CAMPING. IN THE MOUNTIANS. I DONT EVEN REMEMBER IT AT ALL.
I bet his dick wears a tuxedo.
I'd be 10x more excited if going out didn't require pants or the general giving of fucks
Because 9 pm Thursday you drink a loco cause you just wanna get drunk and have a good time with your friends. Then you wake up on Tuesday and you've had 17 locos and you're pregnant, lying on the side of the road, 3 states over. THAT'S why we don't have only locos parties.
Oh no. Did we do a blood oath again?!
Don't be weirded out, but my bondage straps are made of my ex boyfriend's curtains
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