we're blogging at a bar
Grossest hangover story of 09: Puked in the bathtub. I was in it.
He is an equal opportunity slut.
Puked in a cab. Passed out on my floor an my mom put a blanket over me. Home by 1045. I won shitshow trophy last night.
so i had a hang over on saturday and i stayed in the shower for 4 hours, then crawled out, skimpered to my bed, and some kid i didnt know was sleeping in it
the weed was in a baggy that had little penguins on it. i am so excited you have no idea
you are getting stockholm syndrome from your pubes
We're doing kegstands for my 80th Bday, so don't lose that muscle tone.
Sitting in the library studying = googling how to get laid in the library.
The thing i'm gunna miss the most about college is peeing while brushing my teeth in the shower without being judged. You just can't do that anywhere else
He's interpretive dancing to Crazy by Britney Spears and expressing his feelings for either me or the guy next to us
Okay, since we're going to be living together and I'm obviously better than you at everything, I have one single simple rule that I want you to follow: DO. NOT. FUCK WITH ME.
I'm at that stage of drunk where just imagining having sex makes me motion sick.
i found a picture from last night of you sat on the floor naked, covered in butter and crying. care to explain?
I was hoping you could tell me..
Spotify says I’m in the top 1% of Indigo Girls fans worldwide. Didn’t know I would peak this early.
Aren’t you trying to seem...less lesbian?
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