you kept running across the street. everytime you made it across successfully you took something off. can't believe there were no cops around...
oh thats it?
do you know your status is "goal for vegas: hook up with a girl AND a boy"?
and THATS why i'm not adding my mom on facebook
I just ate a fried snickers. I now officially accept all fat jokes
note to self, drunkenly bedazzeling the silverware was a stupid fucking idea
Became best friends with the hotdog stand creeper outside the bar. Cried and told him my feet hurt too much to walk home then begged him to hire me.
I just saw her shopping list. The only things on it are blackberries, hot fudge and condoms. I almost don't wanna know. Almost.
I apologize for getting really drunk, taking off my shirt, bitching someone out, crying, and breaking something at your party next weekend...
Look on the bright side. Now you know the number for poison control.
The liquor store was handing out free shots of some new expensive vodka, but they caught on the fourth time we came back in different outfits. Politics.
Remembering I sold my brand new Blackberry to a stranger for a few pints = Worst night of my life. Now to work out what I did with my shoes.
But apparently I got kicked in the head by a stripper at some point
I know. It's cray. Crayon. Crayolaaaaa.
PLEASE DON'T BE HEARTLESS COME AND GET ME FROM THE BAR I'M HIGH AS SHIT AND I LOST MY SHOES
You got this. You survived the RA last semester (granted you almost got arrested but still.)
So I couldn't find Leif..... He fell asleep in our closet upstairs trying to get changed into warmer clothes
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