Fiestas. Its like a classier verson of mardi gras.
You closed the sidewalk off to pedestrians last night. With a glitter covered safety cone
well I mean we knew we had more drinkers than runners, so we had a "case race for the cure" for relay for life instead of an actual marathon. day drinking and philanthropy. can't go wrong.
He was eating her out on the elevator. What a good man.
We have literally factored in $2200 for bail money in the budget. This vegas trip will be out of hand. We are signing confidentiality contracts.
i think i had to give the cab driver my id to get home last night because i couldnt talk.
there's a guy pushing a keg up the street in a shopping cart. you have to love graduation
They need to leave so I can start drinking shamefully.
just almost had a panic attack because i couldn't find the granola bar i put in my purse. i miss klonopin.
Hatred of squirrels is the least of my hereditary problems.
$1 drinks and Playboy theme. I am never leaving this place
I took the pregnancy test for shits and giggles, but neither shits nor giggles were had.
he yelled at me like a drill sergeant while I quickly tried to take off my pants
I made a booty call at 3:30 am on a Monday... I think I just became the ultimate female fuckboy. I don't know whether to be ashamed or get myself a trophy.
When he identified himself as captain clitoris i knew my night was fucked.
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