You don't need id to drink rum in an alley.
Single schmingle. No one actually obeys the relationship boundaries these days. Its 2009.
I passed out and woke up with my pockets full of Lucky Charms cereal and chocolate coins. Another successful St Pattys Day.
Now there's vomit covered trash all over the front lawn. I feel accomplished
my vagina has been out of service for wayy too long... this semester needs to start like right now
it was a frathouse cornucopia of foul mixed drinks and "sangria", which im convinced was blood and pcp
My eyes feel like they're throwing up and I am the only human on campus
Hungover. Have to fix everything I've broken. I'm gonna be very late.
He's hot and has an accent therefore you don't ask questions when he tells you to take your pants off.
hell or highwater he WILL get a blowjob in the hammock before the end of summer.
of fours songebofy did dknt stop believing
how legible are my texts
I'll accept that I'm a woo girl. Just not the drunk cowboy hat wearing bar mongering twat bag type
Plus you get to call him out on being a dick. It's more satisfying than ever sex I've ever had.
Someone just said “I need to use up this money before I’m tits up under the dirt” so I think I’m going to start using that in my daily vocabulary.
i came so much i feel like i were to try again, only dust would come out. and maybe glitter
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