she's in the bathroom. spitting in the trashcan. not throwing up. just spitting and singing bad romance by lady gaga.
thatta girl
It's an acquired taste. Like keystone. Or caviar.
I cant even remember his name or what he looked like. all I remember is what the tattoo on his forearm looked like.
well, he kindof looked like a walmart greeter. I tried to stop you
We got really high and decided it would be a good idea to wash towels in the dishwasher. I left before I could see the final result.
When you wake up in your dorm right outside your room with the key in the door, then you will understand my pain.
We were debating whether rain water is clean enough to drink. I won when he started throwing up.
Last thing I remember is beer bonging sangria. Dear God.
I don't think I can look at him the same way anymore after he walked in my room wearing a short skirt with a boner.
I spilled beer everywhere which led to an oil fire and me melting a spatula again. And then I was late to class so I explained what happened to the teacher.
In the pie chart of my life, she is a huge part of why I drink.
Just so you know, if I get bored tomorrow I WILL pretend to get drunk in the bathroom and crash the whole thing
Still slightly drunk, sitting in Hyde park village. Two small children are dancing and singing "call me maybe" on the fountain in front of me. Am I hallucinating?
I wrote "fuck you meg" on my toaster strudel with the icing. I call it "passive aggressive breakfast"
You kicked me our in the middle of a blizzard with a dead phone. I had to give my watch to a pizza delivery person to take me home. You owe me a gyro too.
It's very rude to dive mouth-first into someone's crotch without knowing if their wife is cool with it.
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