Conclusion from last night: Sometimes being classy isn't as fun as making out with a guy on a pooltable in a bar. Happy birthday, Canada.
i have received so many congratulations texts this morning. sleeping with him really was a good decision.
They really brought out their best strippers for vday weekend
Single person behavior: I wanted a cookie but was too lazy to make or go buy any, so I let cookie dough ice cream melt and ate all the chunks. Pantsless.
This weekend has taught me that sometimes, being buried under a mattress is the safest place in the room.
I think we need to teach you what straight means again
show concern. Mark ate a butterfly and proceeded to drink more shots like nothing happened
We let 3 boys take us home and then we woke up in the middle of the night, stole all the coozies out of the house, a loaf of bread, a case of water, a pair of shorts, called a cab, and went home.
There's going to be a velveeta shortage. I'm not drunk any more, this is just dire info.
I'm at the nutcracker high as shit. It's so beautiful. I cried.
I dare you to find another dealer that delivers bud to your home along with deep fried vegan burritos
I've finally done it. I finally achieved my lifelong goal of becoming that awkward lesbian in high school who went on to have sex with more women than any of her male classmates.
girls shouldnt black out with american flag bandaids on their nips
i almost got into an argument defending my life choices with a guinea pig eating chocolate cake at 4am
i woke up fully clothed with teenage dream on repeat. something is wrong with me
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