"tonights gonna be a goodnight" was blasting at the club while i was screaming "NO ITS NOT" and crying. How do you think it went?
from all the glitter we used it actually looked like a disco stick
I went for the touchdown every play, and I think I ended up with herpes.
mom asked me why i'm never sober at family events, i told her i learned it from her.
I decided that $2 and a kiss on the cheek was a great tip for the pizza girl. No one is REALLY sure how much I've have to drink.
I just passed a truck with its bed lined with a tarp and filled with water with six dudes chilling in the back driving through campus. That looks fun.
You always seem to be able to bribe me with tequila and Mac and cheese. This relationship of ours will cause me health problems someday.
It's a "party harder or raise your standards" kind if night.
Note to self: don't practice nerdy white girl dance choreography in the company bathrooms no matter how nice the huge mirrors and lighting are.
if i dont text back till morning its cause i turned my phone off and changed my password to something i wont remember to stop myself from drunk texting...RESPONSIBILITY
So to add to headbutting the microwave while waiting for my hot pockets to cook. I apparently told both bartenders earlier in the night I was going to fuck them both. I hate black out drunk me..
Nothing kills the mood like him going to slap my ass and he hits his balls at the same time
I danced shirtless on a platform with a fucking stripper who went to MIT
hooked up with him and then had a conversation with his ex about how we hate people who hook up with our exs...
Apparently I gave a guy a hand job on the dance floor. ON THE DANCE FLOOR.
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