so... how was it???
he had bart simpson sheets. he had itunes on shuffle and "don't worry be happy" started playing when he took his boxers off. sad to say i was neither worried nor happy
Was just shown the photos from a professional photoshoot my aunt had for their dog...not drunk enough for this...
life is no where near the amusement park it was when I was on Vicodin.
you were exchanging tortilla chips with the guy at the next table, telling him your table was given the "big chips" because it was your 21st birthday
I just lit a candle in my room using axe and a lighter, that's how bored I am. Let's get schwasted.
Apparently I still called the officer "sir" despite the fact I was at a .21 BAC. Southern girls are raised right
I feel like I was dropped out of a helicopter. Through the propeller.
I would just like to go ahead and accept my slut of the year award.
It's like 10 times better than an Oscar
We have a vagina exchange agreement. Neither of us can hook up with any of our own law firm's summer associates. So we have a scout and referral program and invite each other to the other firm's summer events. Criss-cross!! Works every summer.
So maybe I got drunk and hooked up with him in a hot tub? I mean that's nothing to be ashamed of, that kind of takes talent. I'd drown.
I took did three shots of fireball and did and handstand. When I stood up some busty slut lead me my the hand down the hall into her dorm room.
But I'm sure your having and "a monumentally better time" repeating the 12th grade
Pre-chapter meeting quote: "Why is there a bun literally taped to the shelf? That doesn't even make sense when you're drunk, who does that?"
I met someone else! And I had a wonderful orgasm! And he wants to see me again, like take me out!
Are you okay? You're not sitting at home on facebook. I'm worried about you.
You are currently doing Harry Potter spells with the turkey-baster...
Randomize
