party is dying down. we just wrote whore in the yard with gas. Photos to come.
we started pounding beers an hour ago to celebrate our personal snow day tomorrow. vodka shots for u of i's actual decision are on standby.
Great I'll forever be branded as gym slut at the new gym.
I'm also glad were at the point in our friendship where my vagina talking to you isn't weird
The more and more I drink I keep rationalizing banging eye patch girl
happy find a boyfriend by next Valentines Day. Its like a new years resolution but depressing
Didn't want you to think it had been open season on my vagina since we broke up.
I felt really bad for not letting her go in, it was like we were dangling lesbians in front of her
Our music was glorious. Maidens were deflowered to the sound of my voice.
The guy who's car I hit last night just followed me on Twitter...not sure how to feel about it.
I woke up with a shot glass nestled between my boobs like a baby bird.
GIIIIRL I AM STONED AF AND I HAVE A HOMEMADE POT PIE IN THE OVEN THIS PARTY IS LIT.
I look over and the both of you are naked, and he's eating chicken nuggets off the floor
Only true party girls take their birth control with Smirnoff.
its like probably shouldnt be sending pics of your asshole to strangers who work in the same building as you
Randomize
