I'm someone's dream girl. I'm hungover in this guy's bed wearing ONLY a Brian Westbrook jersey. Not the same I was on a date with last night.
we couldn't afford a big pool so we bought 2 kiddie pools and put the inflatable beer pong table inbetween. get over here. now.
These hangoverless Sunday mornings are becoming too regular.
By the way, we're gonna have to get a new rug for the livingroom i kinda started ours on fire...
Not sure if this is better or worse than the discovery that bourbon and hot chocolate is a viable combo
My lower body still feels like its been through a garbage disposal and a trash compactor. In that order.
I'm so hungover all I can do is stare at my curser and hope it starts moving on its own
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....
You know it's going to be a good night when you're barking by 8:20.
is it weird to think that girls born in '96 are now legal?
Remember Christopher who always sends me pictures of his penis? Look to your right, boy in the blue.
pray to the hookup gods
We need some Captain and Fanta. That shit will change your life. Sidenote, bring an IV drip to hook me to in the morning
So I wake up to my ex girlfriends underwear hanging from the ceiling fan and the only thing i can think of is "what time is the game"
There is no way entering a gas station bathroom memorializing an alien abduction in rural New Hampshire is a good idea.
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