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.
I love that we get drink and call each other crying. It's kind of our thing.
Why are there maracas in the dishwasher?
I'll be there in 5 min. If not, read this again.
All I know is that we apparently made a drink we named The Single Girl which is rum, vodka, grain alcohol, and sprite and rolled around in the backyard.
If I die I have 2 requests one a viking funeral prye and 2 I want you to take over my facebook and haunt the fuck out of everyone
I got to find out the airplane alcohol limit, and somehow I made it through the flight.
whatever. i almost had sex in a car with someone passed out in the back seat. phone's not my biggest worry.
You stumbled in the house, mumbled something about a cheese party, grabbed a block of cheese and the whiskey, and left.
I have Denny's hours of operations written on the palm of my hand....not in my writing, in a girls writing, is that as good as or equal to a cell number?
it was like vegas minus all of the penis and death threats
I made a half way decent playlist
Im gonna call it "hanging myself"
I'm using emojis for drug deals now. It's time to kill me.
Yea. You locked yourself outside naked with nothing but running shoes and claimed it was a "parent trap thing."
we used a blowdryer last night to warm up our left over pizza..it worked perfectly at first..but then the chili powder got into his eyes..
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