I'm pregaming with America's Best Dance Crew.
Do a shot everytime Lil' Mama mispronounces a word.
i've decided to use this saturday afternoon to take care of my pube situation
positive spin of the day: since my nose is blocked from allergies cleaning the puke this morning was much easier
I love drunk self when he leaves a prepacked bong for the morning... in the bathroom.
He filled our room with little plastic cups of beer so the only way I could get out was by drinking them all.
sorry about having a shotput competition with your microwave, seemed like a good idea at the time
I woke up in a sink... Not like curled up on top of it though. I was standing, bent over, face first. IN THE DAMN SINK.
We were walking home from Pluckers (read carrying your drunk ass) and out of nowhere you yelled "Say bitch you got a Facebook?" at a random chick walking by.
That's not a current picture, because if you look deep enough into my eyes you can still see morals. Not these days.
Nahh no judgin. Compliments to the balls are always heartfelt
reason #1 why i should never live alone: i haven't put pants on since she left 26 hours ago. and ive made spaghetti 3 times.
I spent all the money my grandpa gave me for Christmas last night….solid start to 2015
Living alone for four weeks has given me unrealistic expectations of pantslessness.
You are not the cause of late onset lesbianism.
It took me an hour to walk from my drive way to my front door... what the fuck was in that weed?
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