Get out...Run...Or there's going to be a dick in your mailbox
google image searching george stephanopoulos at 1 AM on a saturday night...once again
school has made you so classy.
that's mcgill. producing sluts since 1884.
out of nowhere you said let us see your boobs, then proceeded to pull my shirt down.
i gets down
kerrys trying to convince everyone in the bar shes a lesbian. cheers to not being the drunkest girl in the room. i probably wont piss myself tonight.
Just met someone from Jersey. No fist pumps or jagerbombs. Kind of disappointed...
thankjk goddddn taco bell uis open htis lateee!
you do know it's eleven in the afternoon, right?
The fact that both my ribs are severely bruised from shoving flasks in my bra might be a validation of my mothers alcoholic accusation
It's like, "you literally have no idea who i am but i definitely slept with your brother in your bed."
idk. a stripper just bit me. I'm so disoriented
I met my future husband in an elevator. Think Hispanic version of Dr. Bunsen Honeydew from the Muppets, but with eyes like Michael Fassbender.
GOIN TO BED BEFORE TEQUILA BLEEDS FROM MY EYEBALLS
all i know is there's a picture on my phone of him wearing my purple sweatpants and licking the bottom of my foot.
I have a magical vagina and I can't deny it anymore
I kept screaming that he looked like Khal Drogo and rode around the bar on his back.
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