Me. At least after what I've been through.
I realized that I earned the name Classy cassie as i was throwing up vodka slushie in my bed with a guy I know by the name extacy boy
My main thought on the Olympics: I need LESS cowbell.
No, no, no. Fuck you. I took a glass blowing class solely to learn how to make that bong. You shattered it and my dreams in a matter of five seconds.
i feel like this needs to be a 'lose some teeth' kind of weekend.
Walking down the street at 11 pm dressed in bubble wrap. Why is the bar so fucking far away??
I am just pathetic enough to be sitting on the couch with my cat drinking absinthe and vodka watching moulin rouge. Hello, tuesday night.
Well I went on a freakin rampage and destroyed a fan and claimed that it wasn't doing its fan duties... Then I knocked on everybody's doors in the hall and asked if they were content with their fan's performance and if not I would take care of it...
Oh okay. That's fine. I'll buy us both dinner when you bail me out
It's a post jail date
Two days later and my throat is still sore. That bong is a double edged sword.
why am i naked
you took off your clothes at the party and some guy took them home
Just got a snapchat from him that was a video of with the caption "my new apartment" in Brazil. I think we might not be seeing eachother anymore.
Oh, and Harry Potter. We could be fuck-and-Harry-Potter buddies.
i woke up with blood and cuts on my face and i don't remember anything after winning four games of beer pong in a row last night. and i'm still drunk.
you are a true champion. bear my children.
He's got a big dick, a steady job and tells me I'm pretty. There is litterally nothing else I look for I a guy.
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