Sundays have taken on a whole new meaning when I'm not in bed with an excruciating hangover.
How did currency from Costa Rica make it's way into my wallet...?
i hope this doesn't spoil anything but there are vikings and it is awesome
Oh we will ALWAYS be together. Or I'll have to delete my Facebook altogether. I've drunkenly boobie trapped photos of us into every album. There's no way I'd ever have the patience to go through that deletion process.
You put Smirnoff in your grape juice and called it communion...
I miss the good ol days when id just come home from school and thered be a costco size box of condoms on my bed.
my parents really loved me back then.
I woke up with a pinecone in my hair. A full pine cone.
I need to stop getting in the car with my dad when im rolling balls. I think he's starting to notice my eyes aren't usually completely pupil
In my dream, you became a famous tap-dancer. Congratulations.
do you ever feel so high you're swimming backstroke and then you realize you're still laying in bed on tumblr
It would be weird sobbing cry sex.
PS: bike ride of shame at 7am includes riding by kids waiting for the school bus #classy
You really need to not quote Anchorman while I'm giving you a serious blowjob.
Unless you count my weekly workout where I drink wine, listen to obscure/cheesy records, and pretend I'm a ballerina...no. I don't exercise.
the gnome is staring at me and the pineapple is wearing shorts. I don't want to do this anymore.
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