So on facebook, the pictures from my church mission trip are right up next to the pictures of my first time on E. Sorry Jesus.
you threw up in the bushes next to the ABC store and kept saying "you're home, blueberry vodka, you're home!"
I decided that just having that story under my belt and being able to tell it to my grandchildren is worth the regrets of the evening.
why is allison so mad at me??
me and her walked into dans and you yelled "hello my dear alli, you're looking mighty overweight today!".
crap..
why is there cat hair all over my deoderant?
she wanted to smell more freshershest than you.
and i was just like oh shit i'm getting felt up by a 15 year old
you asked "if this appropriate to take the the bathroom?" while holding up a bottle of vodka when you went to pee.
Im wearing all my glow sticks to bed so i know where my arms are at all times.
All I want is for every tall lanky young guy who is reading in a Starbucks to go balls deep in me. That's all.
I wonder when walk of shame thursdays in the rain will finally make me stop drinking.
The guy I woke up with is wearing the same nailpolish as me...I need to stop drinking
took shots off of a myriad of fake boobs last night. It was glorious.
He thought I was gay. I had to explain I just really like wearing flannel.
Been using bowl smoking as a method of time for so long I don't know how long it actually takes to get to work
I woke up in nothing but my socks and my hat a cigarette in my mouth and a beer in my hand..........GREAT NEW YEARS
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