If he comes back to you and I'm left alone in lonelytown I'm totally going to poo on your car.
She gave me a BJ with my hoodie on. it was like i was blowing myself.
the awesomeness of being snowed in wore off after we ran out of beer and we realized we really didnt want to be stuck with everyone.
He was very impressed that you could put your hair in a ponytail by yourself while throwing up.
I will start puting down the plastic for the vom in our love chamber. If you want to be something or someone else for the night feel free. The theme is shit show.
I'm there.
Just had a random flashback of you tickling some guy's nipple with your claw ring, and then him moaning and stripping in the middle of the bar. You give good memories.
It was like the Alcoholic Olympics...double fisting fifths with eight 40s in my backpack...running from the cops in stilettos. I will have bitchin' hamstrings come Monday.
if I'm at school tomorrow just indulge my moment of pity and let me cry on your shoulder
Well I think won that argument, as the cops were leaving, they offered me a ride to the airport
Omg that was my second thought of the morning.
First was that we had pop tarts.
I just spent 12 consecutive hours in the same outfit and none of it was pajamas. If that's not personal growth, I don't know what is.
No one likes wet exercise unless it's vigorous sex in the shower
I really don't know how I went from having a few drinks to waging war against ghosts in my apartment but here we are
I fucking hate them. They came over and sat on me and made out. On top of me. Who the fuck does that?
The fact that u had sex with a Disney prince blows my mind, you're my hero.
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