Let's just be mature adults about last night and never speak of it again.
Alone. In an inflatable pool. Drinking vodka and raspberry lemonade. I don't need approval as much as I need to know you love me still.
The last thing I remember is him grabbing my ass and telling me he knew where the jello shots were, so I followed him.
We're attempting to get a tally of how may people puked last night...Please respond with your vomit status.
Your friend who drunkenly cleaned the kitchen just wished the class a Happy National Tutu Day. While wearing a tutu. Make a move or I'm gonna marry her.
Omg. The nephews found my stripper pole. The scary part is theyre good at it.
He was president of his frat and had a clap on disco ball in his room... or course I slept with him
I'll be on pinterest all night planning crafty things to do with my cats in 10 years.
This conversation has now reached a level of awkward that even a passerby streaking hobo couldn't break.
im not trying to sound dramatic, but im covered in microwavable lasagna
I told him I felt we were at the point where if I saw him talking to another girl, I'd probably choke him out. So I guess you could say things are getting serious.
Yo making cake in the shape of a penis is no easy feat
I told her I wanted to go swimming and she responded with jello shots, taking off her clothes, and jumping into the pool...I think I'm in love
She's got a shotglass necklace, running down the street asking people to "fill her up". Get here.
She's chasing the cat around the house hitting it with a cardboard sword yelling "there can be only one!"
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