i've decided that sluttiness is like a disease, it can lay dormant in you for years and then one day you go to college and with all the booze and drugs and boys and time on your hands symptoms begin to show then one day BAM you're a huge slut. it's like how izzie had skin cancer and it grew into brain cancer.
even a "fuck you" would be nice at this point.
I saw a penis in my cereal this morning. do you think my cheerios are like professor trelawney's tea leaves?
one can only hope.
whats the proper etiquette for returning a closet door to a random girl you met and do not know her name?
For the amount I put out, I should be going on way more dates.
well i did drunkenly flip his snowmobile going 90, so i can kind of see why hes mad
I hope the walls stop moving before my manager notices that i'm still drunk.
Also, upon examining the photos, I have concluded that you were the sloppiest drunk girl of the night. And that's saying something considering Hurricane Jessica was in town.
alll i remember is comming back downstairs, his pants were off and he was aplauding me
I need vitamin water and Jesus :/
Do you always skip to "Baby Got Back" when fat girls show up at the bar?
Eh. Fuck him. He's missing out. I'm legit naked and drinking straight from the bottle of wine.
That said I did get head on the roof of a 15 story building which, regardless of quality, is still cool
Is she still on a quest to lick every stranger that enters the bar, or have the restraining orders reached critical mass?
Hey Girl, we got home safe!
I know, I drove you
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