i hope you realize when i said "grib" earlier i was referring to the gridded binary, a mathematically concise data format commonly used in meteorology to store historical weather forecast data. also meant in referential conjunction to my probability math class that i am failing at roughly 215pm tomorrow afternoon.
he stole me 6 pairs of frilly undies and proclaimed "your ass looks like a 5 in those. it'll be a 10 in these bad boys". every girl needs a gay bff.
Fuck Spring. The birds chirping at 4am make me feel unnatural for still being up and drunk.
I'm too tired to go all the way tonight, especially if you're going to quote Katy Perry at me during
Also, at 1:30 I emailed myself saying, "are you there Margaret? It's me, god"
I mean...he was throwing up for almost 3 consecutive hours. I don't think there's a chance in hell that would have tasted even close to tolerable.
i woke up in his neighbors pool house. Not sure how I got here but there is people swimming outside. how do I escape?
just fucking run.
that's right. bitches got laser pointers. let's fuck shit up
She screamed at us, "You guys need to wake up and smell the beer-bong!"
Trying not to look at her chest is like trying to not hear a fire engine racing by.
This girl is wasted dancing to The Final Countdown. She's grinding on a guy who came to the bar in a track jacket and a wife beater
we got kicked out of the bar last night for sneaking into the back kitchen and eating handfulls of cheese in the walk in fridge
I was apparently the best non-Irish person at the party. I wore my skating dress, Austrian flag and a giant shamrock. Everyone is calling me "30 Shots Girl".
My farts smell like burning tires and false courage
He broke through his window then signed his name on the biggest peice of glass from it. I think they framed it and named it 'best party ever'
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