Have fun fixing the bed from last night Bob Villa.
At least you didn't call me Brittany this time
well apparently i yelled MY VAGINA WAS ANNIHILATED and his whole family heard
ohhh my god. this party should be titled "my hookups of summers past" be expecting some good stories tomorrow
she looked me in the eyes and called me a poet because i was singing lady gaga, then she fell over...
2 am we went back to his house. his mom handed us beers and cooked us pancakes. the next morning his dad had washed my car. i lied. living at home after college definitely does not suck.
He is passed out on the kitchen floor. He will fight you if you disturb him. Just a warning.
The fact that both my ribs are severely bruised from shoving flasks in my bra might be a validation of my mothers alcoholic accusation
Hypothetical question: how bad would bacardi be as an IV drip?
death...100% death...what r u planning.
Just peed on my foot. Thank you Sunday hangovers.
All i remember about last night is holding a bottle of bacardi and screaming challenge accepted!
This vodka tastes like I'm not going to class tomorrow.
When you get to his house tomorrow, follow your instincts. Find the cat first.
As a matter of fact, I am on the treadmill with the Bottle of UV Blue as we speak.....
They sleep with other people as long as there is no oral. Logic and reason were thrown out the window a long time ago with them.
If you find me in the bathroom in a fetal position, licking frozen bacon .. I might have Drank a little too much.
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