You can't hide fat with big sunglasses.
Here's my recipe for happiness. Go get a pen. 1. smoke a bowl 2. put on explosions in the sky 3. take a bath. Do this for about 1 hour or until all your problems go away.
If one more person calls me a lesbian I am going to have to give you head in public.
Any particular reason you put 2 smashed up limes in my back pocket last night?
period poops. best. ever.
omigod im sitting here with ben and he and i both got that...chick you totally just mass texted that...
So apparently I ran down the hall to another party and started handing out uncooked spaghetti to strangers. You'd be surprised how many drunk people will eat raw noodles.
I know it is almost summer when the students in my night class start showing up drunk.
It's when I'm in my pajamas and in need of a gin delivery that I miss NYC most of all.
For your information i will be shotgunning whiskey on may 21st.
Hahaha wear something that says i'm here to party but wont go farther then a handjob.
Going to the u of w I constantly have that moment of, oh hey I felt you up at that rave at folk fest that one time. Winnipeg is too small.
I lost all of my bathing suit tops.. This is both a success and a failure
your were asleep with people making out on top of you. you didn't even look bothered by it.
I grabbed the pretzel bag with my toes last night. I think that day of yoga had paid off.
there is partying, then there is whatever we did last night.
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