You know it's time to leave Spain when you are back and forth between Skype and a Spanish dictionary trying to figure out out to say "I can still smell you on my skin."
i woke up with a shattered plate next to my head.
you two started sword fighting with 3 ft tall spruce trees you pulled out of planters
you kept looking at stripers and saying " Go to College"
A French guy bit my cheek. Is that sexy there? Also had to threaten to stab the bus driver. I'm not sure I like Europe.
God and karma are having a fucking field day with my body today.
One day, tell me please to stop buying shots when I'm overwhelmed. I might have just broken a tooth
I'm having a really difficult time dealing with the fact that my dog now shares a name with Snooki's crotch-spawn.
I'm 2 beers deep on an empty stomach, and I just wanna say, I pride myself on my use of commas
I may have been mad at the Supreme Court/patriarchy and tried to hate fuck myself.
Your actions as of last night have earned you over thirty new nicknames.
Please just help me figure out where the bruise on my face came from.
I just don't understand why your parents aren't supporting your dreams of being a medieval weapon smith.
Ah Christ I think I've reached the single life mentality 100%. I just inquired a photographer about a photo shoot with my dog.
color coded lube a great way to organize my bootie calls
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