Drunk on Tuesday. Double fisting. Mmmbop is playing. Only girl in the group. Life is complete.
Dude in front of me just jumped out of line at Starbucks to go puke. Vegas in prime form.
All I remember is intermittent flashes of being passed out on the side of the road 3 or 4 different times. And telling him to just leave me there and I would walk home in the morning.
He set two of my ex boyfriends on fire at two different bars without anyone knowing it was him or how it happened either time. He might be a fucking super hero
I mean, they were small fires and no one got hurt, but still. Awesome.
All I know is I want him to tie me up at least twice a week and I have an overwhelming urge to cook for him. Could this be love? I'm so confused....
This late night dumpster diving sesh is making my quads cramp up
She walks around topless and loves making sandwiches. That's how a one-night stand turned intoa relationship
Well, maybe we can talk about it over a drink and some crushed up vicodin.
You don't have to have sex with both if us but I would like a little positive fucking regard.
I may watch porn and eat a baked potato covered in chili in bed
You're right, I'd say my real all time low was when I let that fifteen-year-old feel my boob.
That's how pantless uber rides happen
I'm like a saiyan, every time I get trashed I come back stronger
Shut up. I hate you. We're doing shots tomorrow. Fuck the consequences.
You woke up at like 4 in the morning fell off your bunk bead, yelled at Nic for asking if you were ok, walked to the kitchen, pissed on the keg, and then looked at me and said "Still not worth it" then went back to bed.
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