just walked into the room and her sister said loudly, "do him, or I will."
you announced to the whole room that instead of shaving you were planning to start straightening and then braiding your pubes. awkward silence followed by everyone leaving.
flashcards smell like vodka and my textbook is in the toilet. ready for the final
this girl with a french braid down the center of her head won't stop talking about the benefits of the free market. i'm hungover, bloated and haven't slept for 4 days. shut up french braid girl, shut up.
I think I am the only girl in the world who would be proud of these scars from rug burn.
Saying you want a bj does not count as saying you wanna see me btw.
RIP Summer 2010. God knows it had to be one of us..
He fell asleep and I'm awkwardly laying here because all I have to wear is my tutu. I'm pretty sure his roommate is going to be back soon so this should be fun. This is my life now. PS. the background of his phone is a picture of his hedgehog.
The last thing I remember is teaching our waffle house waitress to do the stanky leg and promising the grill cook we would come see him at his other job.
The trashcan full of everclear punch caught on fire...you should probably come home now.
Watching him and my sister argue over a rum and coke about who's going to chop the coffee table in half with a hatchet...
I mean, on what planet are nipples suppose to look like that?
Apparently I was so drunk last night I got stuck in the revolving door at the hotel. They have suveliance vidoes of it.
We are back but we are listening to stairway to heaven in my car. Amy is air drums. Be back when it's over.
Did you just affectionately call me a scrotum?
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