we made margaritas with slurpies from 7-11 and beer.
so, my congressman just called me to say he has office hours this week if i'm still interested in talking to him. i pray to god this is not related to Friday.
I hit him with a car. Nothing says I hate you more than backing into someone with a fucking car.
I dont know how to say this. But the hottest girl where im at has one arm.
I distinctly remember seeing your nipples from the deck.
My only objective is to get drunk enough to forget the last 364 days.
Yes... I'll kill two birds with one crazy ecstacy filled night.
he wouldnt let me in bed until i took off all the stickers i was covered in
If I do nothing else today, the fact that I talked you into this is achievement in itself.
every time someone would wish me happy birthday I would be like "thanks happy birthday to you too"
He somehow always manages to get me naked within 5 minutes of being together. It's like fucking witchcraft.
Medicine hack, old crowe and ramen flavor packets isnt a cure for the cold.
ill give you some hints: blood, carnival, fog machine, happy meal.
He stopped eating me out to remind me to look at the stars
I wore my lizzie mcguire socks to the bar last night. Because that's how i get all the ladiez
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