i'm trying to reconcile what i did last night with who i am as a person.
we went to a bar last night, drank beer in plastic cups. I took pics w/a random kid i pulled into a photobooth & i have easy mac in my purse. I belong here.
there is a polo shirt epidemic at this bar. also, im pretty sure i just saw the grown-up coppertone baby
who loves string cheese????? I LOVE STRING CHEESE!!!
you know...if you didn't give such great head little things like this would ruin our friends with benefits relationship.
in my drunkeness I still was able to plan for the morning. I duck taped my keys, a water bottle full of mimosa and my cell phone to the front door.
At least my fat-chick-ratio has not been that bad this semester ...
Just found a peacock feather in my car. Should I be the least bit concerned about this?
Last I remember we played rock paper scissors for who would fuck the guy with cowboy boots on and I won..
Reasons why I'm always right: I am older, I am wiser, I have a larger penis
I just look at my butt and see so much potential.
His dick is a skeleton key. It fits everywhere.
Those people that talk about exercise endorphins have never experienced a 9x13 pan of mac n cheese endorphins
I'm not wearing pants, but I'm wearing a tiara.
There is a couple fucking in the outback bathroom and at first I thought it was sick but than I remembered my Outback fantasy with you and decided I can't pass judgements.
we were clicking our heels together saying theres no place like home, while the cops were tellin us to call our parents and tell them what happened.
Randomize
