Kareoke will never be a sober sport
I have one brief flash of having his dick in my hand. that's all I remember.
pretty sure that I broke my nose during sexting. Life is grand.
The bubbles in my bathtub are singing to me in german....
He proposed that we "bone". I've completely given up on boys.
The "puke-towel" started to grow something...
He's going to be my graduation present to myself.
The only flat surface we had was a cheez it box so we snorted the blow off of that. Rock bottom really isn't that bad.
i really need to shower, but i don't want to take off my bra and lose my cleavage. the struggle
Oh god now he thinks I'm into him because I've been staring at him trying to figure out what animal he looked like
I'm going as your incestuous sister. If thats not the perfect winglady I don't know what is.
I mean, as I was vomiting in front of a giant crucifix I became acutely aware of my poor choices
Everytime I try to keep track of the amount of people I slept with I always forget about that guy I met on the dc metro, where I woke up to him organizing his Special K and Molly and I was covered in sleeping cats.
Broke my ankle and blacked out on my scooter last night. 'Twas grand.
I told her we had to stay at the bar until at least midnight because that's when my direct deposit hit, don't tell me i'm not responsible
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