Marg and I just meaowed the nat anthem. I was tenor.
'm tripping baaaaaaaaaaaaaaas
It's like sleeping with someone you met at a karaoke bar. It's never okay.
so I finished the entire bottle...next thing I know, it's 8 am and I wake up on the fucking beach in the low tide with a family standing about 30 feet from me just staring.
You unbuttoned your shirt and started walking down the center of the road screaming traffic stops for Enrique Iglesias.
I was the last girl at the bar last night. It was like a battle royale between 10 guys.
Just took an adderall with a shot of tequila while doing my makeup in the parking lot at work before I go in. I'm also late. They're so lucky to have me.
Piecing together the sordid story from witness accounts and photographic evidence, courtesy of Fcebook. My night included Mojitos, lighting the bar on fire and declaring myself the Queen of Nerds when I stole someone's flashing tiara. Woke up this morning with a velvet cape and plastic scepter to match. Mojitos are awesome!
You told me I couldn't make out with you until I added you on LinkedIn
Think of all the island guys I could have. Ah well.
You can not bait me into a "how Stella got her groove back" call and response.
I've discovered my ability to crush a man's ego is greater than my hate for beer.
in retrospect i think my mom tried to raise me gay
It was like sex on an active volcano surrounded by the night sky and bloodhounds. And by that I mean it was nice.
Ok so I need a recap of last night...
YOU SPENT SIX DOLLARS AT NICKEL BEER NIGHT!!! How's that
My lack of taco bell is hindering me from seeing the good part of that situation
Stacy lit a fart and burn half of the couch down before we can put the Flames out. Bring your truck.
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