please tell me I'm in your upstairs bedroom. Just google mapped myself and I have no idea where I am.
waiting in line for my ID. the kid in front of me reaks of hopes and dreams and hornyness-- freshmen by calvin klein
I think im definitely allergic to shell fish. Or hungover. Probably both.
Sometimes I seriously wonder if I could get away with vodka Sundays at work. Cuz this red bull feels naked.
Oh my gosh they are following me around the bar
Blow your rape whistle
Don't lose. A little bit of my soul dies every time a beer pong game is lost.
If I had a dollar for every time i woke up screaming for my pants i"d have enough money to buy all the beer I stole last night.
I feel like I'm going to get the reputation of being the girl who brings her dog with her to all her random hookups.
I mean, two foreign guys have drunkenly confessed their love for her, so she's clearly doing something right.
Apparently getting a blow job in the mens room from the bar owners daughter will get you kicked out.
I am trying to take a picture of a man in a wheelchair trying to ship a michael jackson portrait
I got to see a stripper that did magic last night. It was glorious.
once he tried to wake me up from my hangover nap to have sex, that's when things went downhill. he had to go.
I'm honestly just now recovering from saint Patrick's day.
just so you know they found you begging for money at the L station. What the fuck did you drink last night?
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