whatever sunny in Philadelphia does on Thursday nights, I'm doing all weekend.
I'm to the point in my high that every song eventually turns into Lady Gaga
i dont care if i have to wear a pillow case, there will be an open bar at my wedding
that trick or treat candy bucket that we used to collect beer money last night was very helpful when I vomited in it this morning
Hm, finding a time when my drinking and your real life don't conflict could be difficult
Ahhh sometimes you just need a thermos of whiskey in the library
Occasionally I curse my inner 15 year old when I'm fulfilling their dreams as a slut, but I roll with it.
Hope you don't mind if I never tell my family about you.
We should have a bouncer at the top of our stairs asking the guys we bring home for ID...
My vagina needs a break, I had to ice it with a beer bottle last night.
Idk what I'm more afraid of...checking my bank account or my STD results.
Is it weird that I'm mad at my boss because he isn't paying me enough attention? Maybe my dad issues are worse than I thought
I'm over here trying to figure out how to get shake shack delivered to my bed and Jamie is having a child
Could someone explain to me why there were 40 individually wrapped burritos in the fridge when I woke up this morning?
The cl.oudds are foaming a really big pen.Is OMG.
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