Best look from Detroit today: running across the street with your buttcheeks on display carrying a 40 oz. Or maybe being crazy-pregnant and screaming and slamming a pay phone. Toss up.
Then we started crawling around on the floor because we couldn't get up so decided to be tigers instead. Gotta love power hour.
Desperate + desperate does not equal a fun night.
her facebook's as public as her vagina
Oh i know my limit. 9 shots after i've given blood.
What'd you guys eat?
Literally everything that was frozen.
I want to bury your face in my vagina. Possibly by force. I will try not to suffocate you though.
She gained 35 lbs and has an ankle bracelet, time for new booty call.
Last night we looked at each other with an expression of "fuck I am so done being normal", took off our shirts, and danced around in our bras
I made a Wendy's employee say fuck this and quit because I started flipping out due to a baked potato shortage. Of course I had a good night
PLEASE. I won't throw up on the floor this time. Or fuck in the bathroom. Or dance on the pool table. So PLEASE.
Partying with them is like having your dick stapled to your left nostril
I think tonight's gonna be the night I wear a go pro while trippin on acid
How high were you when you left that message, cause you made honest-to-God, credible seal noises.
My alcoholism is old enough to drink.
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