After that we used the in-room hotel coffee pot to warm up some queso. it was brilliant
this morning your mother said to me "sorry to have to meet you like this, in my sons bed" later she said "you never know whos gonna be in there. its scary sometimes"
If you ever bitch out on 72oz margarita night again, this friendship is over
You're in the clear; you and Andrew did not joint fingerbang that girl on the dance floor last night.
They sat me on college avenue with a puke bucket and people were mistakenly throwing change in it. Got me enough money take a cab back to my apartment.
Yep. It's going to be us, strippers, and drag queens.
A glittery, gay, heavily makeuped, scantily dressed clusterfuck.
Full contact beer pong was definitely not my best idea.
It's a sad day when you can't take off your pants and drink a margarita at work.
Now in just stoned listening to my dads philosophical idea about public transit
for some reason leaving your socks onmakes it less meaningful.
i can do like, 15 pushups. 20 if i listen to dubstep.
We were covered in sweat and glitter, making out onstage, in front of everyone. I think it was a good night.
Is it weird that the girl I'm fucking just wished me luck on my date tonight?
Omg I just woke up in his bed.. I'm fully clothed and he is naked. I'm so confused.
yeah, but I wanna be the girl that makes him realize he's 100% gay
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