im pretty sure one of the guys i was dancing with at graffiti wrote on my back "you rock". now feel like a danced with a 5 year old.
after last night, i judge her for not breaking up with me
So Ive decided I have serious issues. Im walking around the school with a bag labeled booze money collecting from people while slightly hungover at 8:20 in the morning, and nobody is questioning me.
Get out of your relationship and into my pants.
look, i may have sacrified a 20% assignment for a sprite. this is what hangovers do to me.
You totally narrated your dogs thoughts for 2 and a half hours last night, and I was enthralled. I didn't say one word, I just listened.
It is virtually impossible to listen to single ladies and perform any seated task.
Just saw the pics you left in my phone. thanks for reminding me that last night was not a dream.
TAKE DOWN THAT PHOTO OF ME IN THE NURSES COSTUME NOW.
Michelle found a bong in the garbage and sold it to my mom
I thought at least he would want to exchange numbers after he tried to put it in my bum
I just want to know how you cleaned her puke off the twister mat with no gloves. And didn't throw up
a guy in a toll booth on I-90 told me to fuck off for not being a red sox fan. i am going to miss massachusetts very much.
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.