Dude...I'm drunk from Wednesday stilll.
at the resort hottubing with french twins, who brought champange. this should be a postcard.
I had sex on an exercise ball. The inevitable has occurred.
naw. unless you want me to sit in a corner, not understand english and eat all of your cheese then i don't think it's a good idea.
I got concerned once i realized you weren't there to hear us having sex. See I do worry about you.
She broke both of her ankles trying to jump off the balcony. it's like every time she drinks she makes even more impressively bad decisions than the last time
I was looking threw the photos on my phone. There is 8 different ones of us peeing on things.
Shit. She's still hooking up with some random in the doorway. How do I get out of here?
Well hurry! Everybody is already at McDonalds.
I'm free! Didnt realize how easy it was to crawl out the window.
I'm a drunk white girl and my ancestors were drunk white girls, if we apologized our species would be extinct.
Is it wrong that I want to do a nude photo shoot with nothing but a light saber?
so in case you needed a ticket for the Hot Mess Express, I'm the conductor now.
I ran into a wall that clearly had things popping out. My eyebrow was bruised, both arms, the bottom of my foot. Lost half of my finger nail, my fake eyelash was stuck in my hair and I have about 47 blurry pictures of a half naked zombie DJ.
I slept like a rock because of your dick. I'll thank him personally later.
sarahs drunk and is drawing dinosaurs all over the apartment. should i stop her?
whats she drawing them with?
eyeliner
no that's ok
Stoner thoughts are the only thoughts I want to have now.
Randomize
