no it's cool...i'm just drinking and studying...cool night
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.
The bubbles in my bathtub are singing to me in german....
I want to frame my negative pregnancy test.
The only reason anyone found out he threw up is because everyone heard it sizzle the bonfire out.
Slept on the counter again. Mom covered me in an apron.
Todays life lesson brought to you by last nights half pitchers of cheap sangria: you'll never get the stain or the SMELL of sangria vomit out of your bedroom carpet.
I left boob prints on the hood of his car. Something to remember me by.
All three women i have fucked in the past week are here in the same bar. Gameface, go.
Gonna go for any of them?
Thursday night girl, but friday is watching and tuesday is serving us.
nothing worse than walking out of class after 3 hours and having covered exactly zero information
walking out with herpes. that would be worse
I sold him an eighth while trippin balls wearin my girlfriends tutu and tube top. and i was talking about albinos the entire time
well, he defiantly picked the right guy to buy drugs from
You know the cave of wonders in Aladdin? That's how I feel about his apartment. Except with blow and other treasures.
It's a shame I've been hooking up with him for 6 months and he still doesn't know my real name.
So I realize somewhere between mildly irritated and outright belligerently pissed is where you are, but as to location, where are you?
This woman at the blackjack table is sitting on a pile of newspaper so she can pee at her seat and never miss a hand.
Randomize
