Why. Ill be the rabbit if ull be the carrot.
my drunken desire to be gossip girl continues to ruin friendships for me
Cuntadactyl. (n). A pre-historic dinosaur of Mandy-like features that is primarily identified by it's inability to play well with others and overall C-word demeanor. Physically, an unfortunate appearance.
Dude they even gave me free lube for being tested! Best. Hiv test. EVER.
I turn the corner to find her walking in the front door in a tee-shirt, two different shoes and no pants. All she said to me was "I'm sad"
This is the last pregnancy scare i've had since i was 12 and i thought you could get pregnant from masturbating.
This is breast cancer awareness month... The least we can do is give a stripper some singles.
It's official. I am the girl who threw up in the library. Hangovers and midterms do not mix.
Was my shirt on fire at any point last night? Because I'm fairly sure my shirt was on fire.
Well, my family didn't see me in my drunken super slut state at Summerfest, so there must be a God.
She pulled me up to my feet by my hair. I thought it was you for a second. My drunken angel savior.
my nose is crying tears of wow.
Concept: I never actually flirt with anyone, I'm just a bitch and some people find it endearing
I'm dangerously close to tossing this whole "morals" bullshit and swan-diving into the fuckboy lifestyle.
Took it for the first time last night, and i saw a giant pillsbury boy coming after me with a wrench in his hand.
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