just had a super intense, drunken debate about which blink182 member is the most fuckable. i got so mad i left the room. new low.
they found her hiding behind the couch trying to feed a cabbage patch doll a bottle of tequila. please tell me she's on birth control.
cheese fries, coffee, with a side of dry heaving in the bathroom at the diner on campus at 5am. never felt better.
Apparently im getting a reputation for how i mix drinks. Im the midas of booze. Everything i touch turns to koolaid.
I don't like him near enough to give up day drinking AND my prostitute costume
Ugh did we play golf last night and did you by chance hit my head with a club or a ball?
You woke up, laughed, proceeded to throw up on me and then passed out again.
So did you grab that log full of poison ivy for the fire and then apparently take a piss on Saturday night too or was that just me?
will we ever learn or are we destined for a life of poison ivy covered balls?
Inebriation Olympics: Team Drunk vs Team Stoned. This weekend. It's on.
Ah. Hot spring. Infinitely less skeevy than a hot tub. These North Carolinian dudes are all class.
2 six inch heels, 3 big sangrias, no broken legs
I washed my sheets. I did out of respect for my previous and current sexual partners.
He also needs to focus on not being such a little bitch, but that's none of my business.
She was blacked out on the couch MASTURBATING and whispering to her boyfriend...who wasn't there. I yelled her name and she didn't even pause.
I now have scissors specifically made for cutting dicks off.
Randomize
