i puked out the bus window last night on the way home. i remember it, but i don't remember everyone else screaming to put their windows up.
It smells like weed.
We are in Boulder, Everything smells like weed.
She's the barista slut.
i get of class at 4. it takes me 17 minutes to walk home and 3 to load a bowl. thank you, priority registration.
I found her in the trunk, smoking a cigarette, saying every girl should know how to get out of their trunk
I dunno, but she kept buying me shots and asking me to go places with her. oh btw we're signed up to go bungee jumping Saturday
That ACT prep teacher knew i was hung. I could see it in her eyes.
I am a 5'4" ball of sexual frustration and vodka. It is that kind of night.
is it weird to think that girls born in '96 are now legal?
Let's go one conversation without mentioning cats or alcohol someday.
I woke up sandwiched between them, all of us naked, and they were just sharing a cigarette, a donut, and the paper like it was just some normal post-threesome Sunday brunch.
Question: what's the protocol for seeing your mistress walking alongside her clueless boyfriend? If you could answer this ten minutes ago, that'd be great.
I've spent all afternoon taking and editing selfies. The life of a bimbo is truly tiring.
Jessica just ate her lipstick. That's how the night is going
you know you're in deep when you watch fear and loathing in las vegas and every damn scene is relatable.
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