Shes cool when Im fuckin smashed.....Sober.....She suuuuuuuuuuucks
you told everyone your name was brenda and you had the whole party chanting b-dawgg by the end of the night. successful.
the party we crashed was not a party. the party we crashed was jens grandads funeral.
neither the pictures you took nor my hangover explain why there are skittles in my shoe
curled up in a ball on my bed listening to my "cuddle with a boy" playlist. prettty high.
You took a fire extinguisher off the wall in the hallway to play Ghostbusters.
you were leaning against the vending machine asking if there was a shower you could puke in.
Everything that you guys said happened came back to me. like a tidal wave of regret.
Just for future reference: milk is NOT a good mixer no matter how drunk you are.
you also choked him out with your legs on the kitchen floor..
OH MY GOD MY GRANDMA JUST SHOWED ME HER BOOB OH. MY. GOD.
There's never a time that i stay at this apartment that when i wake up in the morning and sit outside to smoke a cigarette that i don't feel ashamed of myself.
I'm not sure I can continue to condone our having sex in all of your friends' beds
Last night you made me help you pick the raisins out of a kashi bar and acted like it was the most important thing to ever happen to you or our friendship
I'm basically cruising around listening to 90's gangsta rap with my meatball sub telling people to go fuck themselves
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