his blackberry tasks were 1. take names and 2. kick ass
There's nothing like puking in the airport on the way TO Vegas. Something tells me i pregamed a little too hard.
This place doesnt have redbull or serve shots. Its like they are at war with fun.
I can't begin to describe what I look like walking through the grocery store with this outfit and chocolate syrup.
I'm sorry. I think I have multiple personalities. Or it was the acid. Either way. I'm sorry.
My absolute favorite part of last night was after I puked in the ally, we rounded the corner and you screamed, "she's ok!" and everyone cheered
I met a bunch of Germans and said in german "this is for the fatherland" and poured a beer on my head
I feel like we should build an island for girls that have committed atrocious numbers of unforgivable sins. We'll call it 'whore island' after the anchorman fashion.
It's fine. I wouldn't trust either of them to be my workplace drug buddy.
No, it's cool, I just bounced from the hospital. I was...talking to a security guard, maybe?
He made me tacos after the sex. Best date ever!
Broke my ankle and blacked out on my scooter last night. 'Twas grand.
It's a race to see if I finish the bottle first or my homework
He also sent me nipple clamps because romance is NOT dead
Never going back to jail again. Only time in my life I've ever had a wet dream about jerking it...
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