Scared. last time someone tried to talk me into they said it tastes like tapioca and i projectiled onto a closed window
jess passed out on the pong table. it was depressing until we started singing shania twain an hour later and heard her muffled voice singing along.
Umm I need a rain check. Long story short is I have scabies. Research it if you want. I'll tell you everything another time soon, I promise.
I watched her choke out a bouncer with the broken strap from her purse, I think shes the one.
I'm concerned you might be passed out on a random rooftop right now. Not concerned enough to do anything about it. Hope you're alive. Goodnight.
You got into a heated argument about Frankenstein's intelligence while double fisting burritos from taco bell.
I puked in a solo cup and then offered it to him. So yeah, it was a rough night.
My hands always smell like pizza crust when im hungover.
I just realized why I have little cuts all over my fingers. There was a broken pint glass in my purse last night.
"Let's do body shots off the freshmen" is officially the worst thing I've ever said.
just like fucking own it. stare that cop in the eye and just keep masturbating "yeah motherfucker Im high as shit and this feels great"
Did I call him? He cried after taking my bra off. You tell me.
She passed out in my baby sister's room so we put her in one of my grandma's diapers, put a pacifier in her mouth, put her in my sister's crib and took pictures.
What the fuck dude? Now it's a "who is this?" convo going back and forth. Like... helllloooo you just sent me a picture of your penis! I'm entitled to ask who the fuck it is. I can't verify an identity by a body part.
Can’t. It’s taco and dick night.
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