The only ground rules are no one is allowed to come who will say "no, that's a bad idea" or "what if we get arrested?"
Walk of Shame today included voting.
One of my coworkers just invited me to a wet t-shirt contest this weekend in honor of her son's 21st Birthday.
Oh my god what did I do. My hands are scraped, there are pickles on the floor, my clothes are wet, and I don't remember how I get here. Thank you.
I can't help but feel like we would be friends still if my phone didn't always capitalize BUTTLOAD...
You have no idea how pumped I am. I literally plan on dying. You're in my will
My tweets this weekend consisted of me telling every bar I went to that they were my favorite valentine. I've never felt like more of an alcoholic
I don't know if we can compare high school reunions anymore. The keg stands started before 7.
She tried to subtly measure me, but I noticed. She told me I barely made the cut otherwise there would have been just a handshake as a parting gift.
So... I woke up on a bench with a honey bun on my chest.
Snaps to my Ella Fitzgerald station for such a jazzy walk of shame
Mom kept me on a leash as a kid, did you know this?
When she went in the beer store I got to hold it.
I think my liver has finally had enough and is going all Ashley-Judd-in-a-Lifetime-movie on me.
he's a mother fucking interior design major!! we boned and fell asleep and now we're laying in bed discussing what color i should paint my room. i'm marrying him
The walk of shame was so much longer today. i have to start fucking guys in my own postcode.
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