I love that we get drink and call each other crying. It's kind of our thing.
i blame lastnights decisions on friday the 13th
yeah after seeing those pics of her puking into my underwear drawer i remembered again why i didn't want to invite her.
you didn't check your sock drawer yet did you
I don't think the TSA agent thought getting iced while searching my bag was as funny as I did.
My life has become a never ending game of 'illegal or just frowned upon?'
Then he told me he was proud of me for remembering that i blew him that night.. Maybe my drinking is getting out of hand.
Im sleeping in your bed. Sorry for the sand and the noise and the loud people. Im starving
Your blankets are not drunk friendly
I miss eating meals at a table and having unprotected sex..
Careful, it's a slippery slope to discovering you're bisexual...trust me.
I blame it on the rum. It keeps jumpng doqn my throst.
Poorly worded request for dick pic resulted in stoned beanie selfies and "lol". Miscommunication is the devil's cock block.
Went outside and he was playing rock paper scissors with a cop over a drunk in public ticket.
He told me we were going to a cabin. It's just logs and a tarp made into walls. This night can go either way at this point.
Omg this place. I'm at a neighborhood party. My mom has kissed two other moms. Where am I
It seems I've entered my 21st birthday the same way I entered this world: naked, crying and smothered in someone else's bodily fluids...
Randomize
