I'm not sure if you saw my recent facebook update, but I have already put the Radio Flyer wagon to good use. I had someone pull me to the nearest bar.
She asked the taxi driver to stop at the Texaco because she had to puke. She did then stumbled into the gas station and bought a 40.
our conversations pretty much only consist of the phrase 'fuck you'. and the sex is fantastic. we've got a great thing going here.
They woke me up at 4 in the morning screaming "drunk adventure time!" because they needed a sober chaperone. They made me walk them around the block shoeless.
I'm okay with corrupting his young mind.
Ew! He's just a child!
AND I'M GONNA SHOW HIM HOW TO MAKE ONE.
Found out last night that "Everclear" is Spanish for "shit got weird"...
He broke the bed, AND shit in the closet. What a way to lose his virginity. What a night.
Goodbye spring break, hello depressing video on AIDS.
He came in two seconds and stole my pizza so I'm not counting it.
I lost my bra at his grandma's house so there's that.
Apparently I blamed my BAC on the Saint Louis Cardinals...how is that not a valid excuse?!
I've got to stop being so hungover that I puke in the fine establishments of this glorious town.
I hate that I will forever be known as the girl who puked on the front lawn. That only happened once.
I think I was high. I asked a dude at chillis if they had a cereal buffet
Two old ladies openly mocked me this morning at drunk breakfast. Is it time to reevaluate my life choices?
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