I am doing a scientific study and i need a brief description of the underpants you are wearing
evidently tequilla and lady gaga make me flirt and grind shamlessly with other men infront of my boyfriend.
We didn't go..parents came home with patron wanting to play drinking games --we asked no questions
didn't have any spoons so I beer bonged my chicken noodle soup. I fucking love camping.
I was so high I thought there were pigeons in my room. Long story short there are now donut crumbs all around my bedroom.
The pet store wouldn't sell us fish because they said they could tell we were drunk.
I puked in a solo cup and then offered it to him. So yeah, it was a rough night.
Stoned, and eating Doritos, and reading about lesbians for class. This is the life.
Nothing like the soothing screaming of your neighbor getting boned while eating a pizza on the front porch.
It's hard not to feel like a terrible person with bruises on your tits.
Puking out the window is really hard when you're the one driving.
I've decided I will have no shame for the things I don't remember doing.
We are never doing shots of gin. Never again.
I'm pretty sure that's exactly what we're doing.
I just remembered something from last night. check your closet.
How are they?
Amazing! These new boobs are going to break blouse buttons and wedding vows!
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