i've decided that sluttiness is like a disease, it can lay dormant in you for years and then one day you go to college and with all the booze and drugs and boys and time on your hands symptoms begin to show then one day BAM you're a huge slut. it's like how izzie had skin cancer and it grew into brain cancer.
Who the hell brings a 6pack to a party. I'm trying to make mistakes.
Drunk lesbians having an argument about their realationship isn't as hot as I imagined.....
i really appreciated the lovely drunk rendition of whitney houstan's "i wanna dance with somebody" you left on my voicemail.
she said "i got this" and then fell on her face. within grabbing distance of the wall and her boyfriend
I am at the point where deciding not to drink alone is worth a rocky music montage in and of itself.
Now he's galloping around the bar. I don't know whether to laugh or cry.
So, last night I fell asleep sitting Indian-style on the floor, propped up against the front of the couch with an empty wine bottle in between my legs... How was your night?
You've never really lived until you tell someone you have an STD over snap chat.
just saw the most amazing side boob. i wanted to hold it.
Someone fucked a stripper in their rental car, there is goddamn glitter everywhere.
Then, even the devil himself would be scared of us. And we'd be bestfriends with Jesus. He would love us.
This is a life or shit situation. Grab me toilet paper asap. This bathroom is fucking out. This is not a test. This an actual emergency and I am not joking.
But like, I don't remember getting hit with the door... I just come out from peeing and there was blood running down my face.
I don't want to just hook up with random dudes. I've had enough bad sex to know that it's not worth hooking up with strangers
It's not?
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