I don't know what you were told but i for sure didn't sleep with any one but steve's couch.
i live my life in a constant state of hangover.
I woke up on the steps beside a plate of spaghetti and a toilet paper roll ripped in half. And i actually think this day is gonna get better.
The night was doomed the minute I started taking shots with an apple as a chaser.
is this the sara with the beer cane?
her roommates boyfriend drunkenly walked in on us banging and said yeeeeaaaaaahhhh and tried to high five me
that awkward moment when your booty call gets snowed in at your place.
My only downfall is that I can only take shots in twos.
There was a trampoline and tequila. It was glorious.
Nutrition teacher wants anything i eat or drink documented for the week including dancefestopia. Do you know the recommended daily ammount of psylicybin or MDMA?
Friend as in 'I used to have sex with her' or friend as in 'I still want to have sex with her'?
I walked into the living room this morning and he was there with 3 shots in a row. He said it was "tea time."
was his pinky out?
I went out with a plan. I came home with a Brian. THIS WAS NOT PART OF THE PLAN.
Waking up next to a guy you don't remember going home with and the first thing you say is: where is my tiara? = successful birthday
i am currently wearing a bowl of frosting on my head. i do not regret any of my life choices leading to this moment
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