I'm afraid that if I tell my sister I think Zachary Quinto is gay I'll have to put her on suicide watch for the next week or so
we sang an acapella version of barbara ann to his voicemail...i'm not drinking again until tuesday.
that's the ideal party shoe. cute, but i can still puke in them.
last thing I heard her say before I passed out was 'this is great. I never get to be the big spoon.'
There's an Captain Planet marathon because of Earth Day. I can't NOT turn this into a drinking game.
Besides, I'm not in my 30's. I'm still allowed to drink wine from a bag.
Like if I don't roll around in my puke, the night will be a failure.
I sent him a pic of my tits.. All he said was, "oh your sun burn"
hes trying to draw the periodic table on his chest with a sharpie. i'm not sure how thats going to help him on his chem final, but he keeps shouting "this is how the pros do it"
Just puked up hair, tacos and vodka. Hello Memorial Day weekend.
I'm practically paying him in tacos to have sex with me.
I have no words
Neither did my mom, when she walked in on me squating with my balls in a cup of hot water.
Oh. My. God. Dad smoked a bowl. He's been playing cards...I just told a story and when I was done, he got really close to my face and very seriously asked me if he had cheese in his beard. I'm about to die.
I woke up in confetti... confetti and shame
I downloaded the presidential playlists for offline listening. And Obama made a night one so we have presidential approved fuck jamzzzzz. Thanks Obama!