Marg and I just meaowed the nat anthem. I was tenor.
'm tripping baaaaaaaaaaaaaaas
We video chatted for almost two hours. But I woke up with puke on my keyboard. The question of the day: were we still chatting when I vommed? No idea.
eww mummy girl is here...
what the fuckk. i just want to hold her down, wax her eyebrows, and give her some morals.
he has officially spend more money on me than any other boy. and its all gone to plan b. awesome.
You'll be happy to know that I did indeed fracture my rib in a sex related injury
look up what dreaming that you're in a lesbian relationship with a manatee means.
just found gum connecting my sunglasses to my floor board. you don't want to know where else it was.
sitting in the bathroom telling some girl to keep puking or she will die. while holding a beer. nursing school rocks.
It was your ex but it was not eighties night, it was pudding wrestling. And either thank you or I'm sorry depending on the state of my pants left on the doorstep
we played a my little pint drinking game. It was awesome.
We need to figure out what we are doing for halloween asap. I'm not going out like a punk ass bitch burger king again this year.
yeah well, its not like my astrogynecology class is teaching me what i need to know
im almost 90% sure there is no such thing as astrogynecology.
This is what we get for finishing a whole box of Franzia by ourselves
So, I never imagined myself puking on the side of the road at 10:30 this morning to Lynyrd Skynyrd but here I am.
Party bus got out of hand. Some guy pissed himself. Later, he couldn't find his house keys, so he kicked the back door in.
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