they just tried to tell me they weren't big into drugs. A) it was the 70's. B) I've seen the pictures.
My drug dealer just made me a sandwich at the local deli. Starting to question his street cred.
Thank GOD those kids were having a lemonade stand, I didn't have anything to wash down my plan b with.
Now he's trying to use the tornado warnings as an excuse to get head. Yeah, b/c THAT'S the last taste I want in my mouth b4 I die...
sooo... you have no idea who nailed their tubesocks to my wall?
Dude. Remember the only two rules I set for that? Always have a sober friend and don't do drugs with a fat chick.
There's puke on my pillow. I'm still wearing my wedges. And I have a cab drivers number clutched in my fist.
Didn't know what to wear so I ripped off my bed sheets and tied myself a toga. "a little hungover" is no way to describe me right now.
His morals are debatable, but his heart or perhaps his penis is in the right place.
His penis is crooked. Right place? Maybe he starts there, but then he slants.
its amazing there are so many photos of me and him separately, since most of that party time was spent sneaking away to fuck upstairs...
YOU'RE CHANGING THE SUBJECT. I CAN BLOW SOMETHING UP OR I CAN TELL HIM YOU LOVE HIM, BUT ONE OF THE TWO IS BOUND TO HAPPEN
I smoked out of two pipes at the same time while my friends wielded the lighters last night. It felt like I graduated to the next level of stoner.
You continued to run around saying "free the nipple" while "taste testing" every liquor on the premises.
I have commenced my lesbian college experimentation. Wish me luck
Not entirely sure how I got drunk off 2 mimosas but here I am