i don't remember her name, but i don't need it unless we decide to hook up again. but even then, i can get away with not knowing it for a while. it's not like we have actual conversations.
i barfeds in our rink
margarita wednesday is really going to dip into new year's eve thursday
We fucked standing up with my right leg over his shoulder. Thank you mom and dad for having once enrolled me in gymnastics. It has finally paid off
Walk of shame... his parents made me go to church with them first. in my club top sweat pants and slippers. i just slapped god in the face
We decided to smoke and then made crosses on our foreheads for ash wednesday
mom would be proud
Stripperoke is exactly what it sounds...
you were making out with a guy that looked like Fat Albert, I kicked you in the vagina but you didn't stop
I feel like Captain Morgan shit all over my hopes and dreams last night...
He sent me a dick pic for every page I had to write for final papers (87) & brought me adderall. Tell me that isn't romance.
I was having a serious heart-to-heart, and then the weed gummy kicked in.
I'm not sure. I have to find the Greeks I was with last night and see if they can explain to me why I can't hear out of my right ear and why I look like I got the shit kicked out of me
just stepped out my front door and let the wind dry my naked body because I was too lazy to go search for a clean towel that may not even exist. I could live like this forever
I’m vetoing meatball margaritas right out the gate. We can’t have people throwing up again!
Our conversation went from you choking me to my quarter life crisis reeeaaalllll quick.
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