This just in: Jon Gosselin's address-The Alexandra. I bet if we showed up he'd date us.
They still haven't come up with a cure for a hangover; good luck cancer.
all we did was drink wine and talk about how people who dont have facebook dont exist.
Wella between the drunkards, the inevitable slutty costumes, and someone doing a BODY SHOT OFF A PREGNANT GIRL, i lost my halloween spirit. Bah humbug.
I keep reminding myself that my vagina isn't a homeless shelter.
You ad-libbed two DETAILED rounds of price is right, 1 wheel of fortune, and 1 deal or no deal.... by yourself with sound effects and music included
please bring me a paper towel asap.
I was drinking wine in bed and spilt some on my chest.. And I cautiously guided it into my belly button but now I dont know what to do.
He pulled his pants down and said blow me, while passing out on my bed. I then pulled his pants up as he continuously started moaning in the background.
have i crossed some slutty boundary when gay guys are sending me cock pics?
drunk caitlyn doesn't know how to work gmail. so know an email has been sent to the entire campus with a picture of me naked eating a bagel attached.
It's Reggie from Taco Bell, send me a pic.
It bothers me when I see my old fuck buddies starting families on Facebook.
Totally writing my paper on the toilet. Makes me miss you.
I cannot believe I am seriously having a conversation about my best friend's sexual prowess as a dream lesbian.
I just woke up, dressed as Chris Brown, with a bunless hot dog (presumably from 7/11) in my pocket, wearing a pair of shoes I don't recognize as my own. Help.
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