Conclusion from last night: Sometimes being classy isn't as fun as making out with a guy on a pooltable in a bar. Happy birthday, Canada.
I just found a beer pong ball in my mail box. I think its a sign
also. he gave me a foot massage during 69ing when i got a cramp. he's a winner.
Its so fun. We're having a music war with the boat next to us. They have strippers.
Want to get naked in Baltimore this weekend?
I'm not wearing underwear, I started my period this morning, and it's super windy. Recipe for disaster?
I'm not proud of how I threatened that 8 year old during drunken laser tag
Well Its not like I planned having my potato launcher explode and burn off my eyebrow and eye lashes.. I still have my right eyebrow can't u just be happy?
I just remember being in the bathroom alone cussing out the bunny
and then we all passionately sang "what if god was one of us" until everyone passed out in the grass
Totally forgot I asked the cop for a theoretical fist bump and he still let me drive away
We made out and he didn't grope me. I liked it. I felt like I was innocent again.
I think everyone, including the amish, know who you are after this weekend.
There's nothing classy about a pregnant girl at a frat party...remember that.
Judging from the sharpie on my face, glitter on my chest and women's tiger print panties i'm wearing last night was a thing.
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