I can't remember if we talked about feelings. Fuck you Miller High Life.
Fiestas. Its like a classier verson of mardi gras.
We lost track of him for only 10 min and he gets kicked out for sneaking into the kitchen and trying to operate the deep fryer.
They sat me on college avenue with a puke bucket and people were mistakenly throwing change in it. Got me enough money take a cab back to my apartment.
Screw them and thier engaged asses. I've got liquor to drink and boys I don't know to make out with.
She keeps asking if I've seen him... For the last time YES... IN MY BED LAST FRIDAY NIGHT AND THEN AGAIN SATURDAY MORNING
Beer bonging to Ave Maria
I'm FaceTiming Pizza Hut.
Besides the fact that the only male who has shown an interest in me in the last 5 months has a strange and unfortunate resemblance to fucking Frodo, I've been good thanks
Can you please come and collect your boss off of my kitchen floor.
That's good. Don't want to see you bellydancing in prison for homemade wine.
Ive fucked up. im like a feral dog rabidly chasing an infrequent dream amidst a cataclysm of disaster
Give me a reason to not spend the rest of my evening high watching dogs 101 videos
Well I kept shouting "you're groovy" at him and then I had a 15-minute argument with the bouncer about how many 9s there are in 100... it was definitely time to go home.
He spilled some of his beer on your shoulder then proceeded to lick it off. By the face you made, I don't know if you were completely horrified or really turned on.
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