he actually proposed, and i threw up on him...i guess 5 glasses of wine was a bad idea.
for a minute I thought I needed to put on pants to go get a burrito, but then I remembered I'm in college
its simple. when his lips are on my clitoris i want to marry him. when they are speaking i want to kill him.
just heard someone say they saw a guy puke while riding a bike across campus without stopping
so id say it was a successful trip...i only got hit on by one cousin...
i think that after ALREADY drinking that much, the tube shots may have been a bad idea.. i mean afterall, i did wake up and find my cell phone IN the bonfire the next morning.
Just write off about 10000+ brain cells and 6 months of your lifespan.
Sounds like a normal friday night
In other news: I found out that my mom used to fuck my newest fuck buddy's dad when they were in school.
Mom looked at me, frowned, and said "it makes me sad to see you drink before noon.." So i told her if she doesn't like it she needs to stop waking me up before noon.
I didn't know what happened last night until the bruises in the shape of hands showed up on my boobs. Then it all made sense.
When that bartender tried to tell us he sang like Sade, I knew it was time to go
That's probably when I climbed a tree and told everyone I was an ornament
He tried to introduce me to one of his friends that kept looking at me and I said "OH NO! I can't do this shit anymore!!" It was like I had a vision of what drunk me would've done in about 20 minutes.
I just wanna get drunk and watch Tarzan with you is that to much to ask?!?
There are regrets.. and there are RAGRETS
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