i threw up in a trash can last night at kellys irish times. but in a trash can because i'm a lady
I thought if I stared at him long enough he'd walk me to my car. but he didn't. he dddidn't. i rreally thought i had those powers.
so i woke up on my toliet naked backwards. good night.
eww mummy girl is here...
what the fuckk. i just want to hold her down, wax her eyebrows, and give her some morals.
It's been a long time since I felt this bad on a Monday... and for that, I thank you.
4 random people called me telling me they found him sleeping in the fetal postion on a driveway 45 minutes after we lost him
My only regret is not throwing up on the conveyor belt in the dining hall
I really need to create fewer "the time I was on drugs" stories for my future memoir, "my first year in San Francisco".
good luck with that
BRING ME THE PLAN B. ILL GIVE YOU A FREE WATER BOTTLE AND A BUMPER STICKER AND SOME BACON BITS
We called dibs on each other's genitals. That bond is unbreakable.
who's idea was it to start the NCAA tournament less than a week after St. Patrick's day? My liver needs time to recover for things like this.
It's national "dress up your pet day" come over. Drugs and dressed up cats..it's the shit dreams are made of.
Didn't pick classes because we were out all weekend...only open course is "alcohol and drug problems". Fucking ironic.
Blacked-in to me, shirtless, giving myself finger guns in the mirror and rapping "stacks in the club stacks stacks in the club."
Like sometimes I’ll be hangry but for dick
Randomize
