Is there a reason "Call me when you're legal" is written on my arm? I'm 22..
And that's when I found out that Patrick wasn't in fact down with O.P.P.
He says he's "masters drunk." And if that's anything like "kentucky derby drunk" I know enough to not go over there.
Also managed to rip my pants and set myself on fire. And oddly enough I'm still not ready to ask for 2010 back.
i draw the line when you ask for directions at a place you're already at.
You did this to me with your delicious pizza and moonshine.
I'll forgive you once we're drunk again by noon.
Doing the walk of shame and bringing my dad a newspaper en route. Favourite daughter status confirmed.
All I know is you walked out of the kitchen in some kind of French onion dip bra and started passing out individual chips to guys saying " do you dip?"
I'm eating your cookies as payment for having to listen to you. Happy sex
I woke to him laying in the floor puking in a shoe. So I guess we had a good night.
I would totes reciprocate the nip pic, but I'm sick with a piece of tissue shoved up one of my nostrils and I'm just not feeling that ambitious. Sorry.
Operation rebound complete... I fucked the bouncer
I woke up in your kitchen with my ID in my hand and my nails were painted electric blue. Dude.... never let me have fireball again.
It was the needle in the haystack of teary, unpleasant handjobs.
Just made a secret hand shake with my sisters cat. Boredom at its finest.
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