i threw up in a trash can last night at kellys irish times. but in a trash can because i'm a lady
I think my emotional moodswings have reached a new low. I cried for the entire duration of changing my tampon.
i'm pretty sure you said "blowjob marathon" lastnight
i totally said that
@ a funeral. fucking miss uuuu
Did u pay ur friends to not make fun of me?
Everything smells like syrup. But I guess that's better than last time when everything smelled like beer.
It's a good thing i didn't end up pregnant...i would have had to figure out his last name.
$1 margaritas. This happy hour needs to end.
rumor has it I kept asking you to go to the "tall grass" with me...sorry about that.
This is why i like single justin better. my only regret is not being present for more of his short life. may he rest in peace
Haha he's lucky I don't kick him back into the land of the majestic handjobs
We started pregaming at 8. It's 11, and her only 11:11 wish is to be sober. It's hard to not love her.
Liquor has joined the party. Aly just fucking yelled "I LOVE COOKING" and poured margarita mixer, ice and tequila into the blender.
But at least i made friends with the nice lesbian cop. She knew i was her kind when she had to confiscate my rainbow/pride rolling papers.
So, just how hungover are you?
Not at all, surprisingly.
That has to be your X-Men power.
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