And, I saw Emily's panties. How? She doesn't sit like a lady.
never. drinking. again.
lets not get ahead of ourselves.
I discovered the grieving process is shock, denial, anger...and then something about drinking until you puke on yourself
if she leaves who will i have to secretly talk about behind thier back
Skanksgiving break is awesome already... pilgrim and indian roleplay tonight.
too bad being hungover isnt a job. just threw up from 9am to 5pm
he bit the head off a dead goose for 5 beers. this is my future boyfriend.
he started drinking at 9am with grey goose and pancakes. He IS my hero.
When I like her vacation photos, it really means "Im sleeping with your boyfriend." wonder if she will make the connection.
Like some sort of pot growing robin hood.
If there was a saddle on his sack, she would ride it.
I feel like my nipples were chewed on by alligators.
I would come over if there was not the impending fear of me shitting out my brains.
You were doing bacon vodka shots and chasing them with barbecue sauce. You're officially fucking disgusting. I love you.
When you glanced over and and mouthed "I'll take the fat chick" I knew it was going to be an epic Sunday night.