You know, I really only think drinking is a problem if you're not good at it.
just had sex in his gielfriend's bed, and puked all over it. i need to get out of here.
apparently when the FedEx truck drove by, we tried to chase it down thinking they were delievering a 30 pack...great night.
He;s fine. He just kept saying "hurricane Gordon is coming to shore" and flexed his muscles a lot.
Now they're talking about doing whiskey shots since they're flipping the turkey over. You might need to drive me home.
She came back in her actual cheerleader uniform. Made a bad bj tolerable.
Alright, deal. Settling two drug deals before noon is what I call a productive day. I'm not even gonna go to math, I've practiced enough numbers for the day.
I've friend zoned this boy hard. I made him change my nipple rings before he went home.
I hopped in a random dudes car outside the strip club at 3pm on a Sunday and said "Follow that car!"
Is it bad that I'm tracking my period with Instagram pictures?
I could see myself being this awkward weirdo drunk girl that patted strangers and danced terribly but was powerless to stop it
I let him use my phone and now I keep getting gay cruise ads, I guess he forgot to mention something.
Dude come over...were drunk and I'm holding a T-shirt gun and discovered beer cans are the same size as rolled shirts.
I may or may not be drunker than time right now.
I just discovered my new vice. Cotton candy vodka. Its like a carnival in my mouth, puking of the tilt-a-whirl included.
Randomize
