when your friendship is based on dead babies and vodka there is a delicate balance. lesson learned. for what its worth, you are still my number one.
he asked me to hangout with him...and his son
good news. according to wikipedia, my blackout might just have been "post-trauma amnesia"
I couldn't sleep so I drunk ellipticaled for an hour. Worst. Idea. Ever.
You kept screaming how great you were at drawing poptarts and you insisted on drawing them all over my forearm
You are number one in my heart. But in the dick Olympics you're disqualified.
After what was supposed to be a one night stand I woke up to a message in my room wall written in marker "Kaitlin got it on in here" definitely a cock block down the road
I bet it kind of sucks while you do community service I'm getting blown in the shower. haha
Male strippers are involved. You are coming
Pretty sure the nurse said at one point I was in full restraints because I tried surfing my stretcher
Found out my grandpa had two wives and found out I'm eligible for some internships 11/10 would do acid again.
Well, my mom found the ball gag and whip. Looks like I'm never going home again.
Look, road flare archery was agreed on. We both accepted it was a shit idea sober, but did it drunk anyway.
My boobs weigh the same amount as 25 pancakes
She threw my purse across the room almost broke a lamp and this all started bc she forgot what an air mattress was
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