i just realized that we are the poor version of bethenny and jill from real housewives... and I'm jill. this is a 6.5 on the depressing scale
at least we're not in new jersey
TYLER... glimpse of last night: leather chaps, guacamole dip, a jump rope, spray paint, and rhinestone studded pajamas.
i think you have the wrong number... but your story sounds delightful.
Suite mates just came in and said that we have to go to Africa. They're already packed. Didn't know you could get that high.
Just role played anchorman. And yes, I did take her to pleasure town.
On your way out, lock the front door. And by lock the front door, I mean find the door handle, reattach it, and then lock it.
She literally called herself a shamefully bad decision. Of course I slept with her. Best bad decision ever
just to let you know, its not cheating if i cant feel my hands.
The calves of my jeans are covered in jello shots from Sunday, how desperate do I have to be before I start licking them?
It started out just like any other night: was watching a Zach Effron movie, drinking tequila out of a water bottle. I don't understand how this got out of hand.
Hm, finding a time when my drinking and your real life don't conflict could be difficult
I don't care who it's from we're getting blown. It's a 3 day weekend anything can happen
I forgot to tell you, wear something you can puke on Saturday. We're christening this marriage with a shot of jager. NOT KIDDING.
I definitely pole-danced a parking meter outside a party last night. The cheering was appreciated.
Your drunk naked friend is roaming the living room. Started roaming my room. Please come retrieve him
I need my sock, sombrero, maracas, and I just heard I had a light saber, if thats the case...i want that back too
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