if i had a dollar for every time ive had to piece a night together like they did in "the hangover", i bet i could outsell their weekend box office earnings...
Besides Rainforest Cafe, there's nowhere i'd rather be intoxicated than here
We're 3 acts into this drag show and we've already run out of Lady Gaga songs.
Whatever is fine with me, as long as I am dressed in green and end up shitfaced.
The only thing that makes me want to stop the affair is that I am the Monica Lewinksy in this triangle.
Worst case scenario: I have VD and will die. That's the worst that could happen. As long as I'm around long enough to see the winner of bachelor pad, I'm cool
I like to play this game where I try to reach orgasm before my bathtub overflows....lost tonight.
Do you think I could get someone from tinder to drive me to the airport?
So... I woke up on a bench with a honey bun on my chest.
I didn't even know this guy existed until he'd had his hands down my pants, so I just went with it.
You know you threw a brownie at my head last night. And said you did it to defend the turtles honer....
I like it here so far, only people are a lot less accepting of my terrible decisions and it's cramping my style
new low: I blocked him from seeing my snapchat story in hopes he will text me because he'll be afraid I'm dead or something
My sensibilities as a lady demand we cuddle on the couch, and THEN have loud, raunchy sex. Idk, what do you want to do?
Pillow talk was a high five, this morning she made dinosaur muffins for the house. I love chapel hill
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