fighting downstairs. join me tonight to hear their makeup sex. also, let's make skittles vodka.
So did the night end well for you?
I stole a traffic cone and drunk texted my sister because i couldn't think of any other girl to text
My cardio has turned into running out of the cold from bar to bar.
Between the booze, mechanical bulls, and penis's I think my body hates it when I'm single
I vaguely remember chanting "USA" at the pool when we were talking to the Frenchies.
We were pointing at fat people and chanting USA.
This is like the time you took a picture of your knees and told him it was your tits, isn't it?
I was throwing up in the shower. He was throwing up on me. It was a cute couple moment for us.
I woke up and the only 2 bowls I own were shattered on my floor. Pretty sure my hand and tailbone are broken and I have no idea what the fuck happened
Yep. It's going to be us, strippers, and drag queens.
A glittery, gay, heavily makeuped, scantily dressed clusterfuck.
The bad news is tonight is also a blue moon, ergo, latin, I will have to get 'once in a blue moon' drunk which I feel is significantly more dangerous than IPO drunk
So. I need to gloat. I couldn't exactly tell my family that I won this game by deep throating.
My philosophy professor just told the class that he is suspicious of dolphins. The stoner in front of me totally gets it. I need to start getting high for this class.
When we tried to make a video I set the camera to 3sec pictures accidentally so instead of a movie we have a flipbook of our sex.
Getting dome in the backseat of a friends car with Ariana Grande playing in the background was probably the most romantic part of my night
The hangover struggle is to real, just passed the drive thru window. Twice.
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