I just looked at my iPhone gps history... "the gas station", "the park with a big scary fence", "the trampoline", and, my favorite, "where we were when we were about to do lines off a bible".
My gym is having a pizza and beer party. God im starting to love this place.
my nick name has gotton too long over the years..C.T.P.S.G.F.P.G.......cock tease private school groupie frat party groupie.
I'm drinking vodka out of a coffee pot. and i'm not even mad about it
like stop trying to get a relationship out of this when i'm clearly in the drunken mistakes part of my life.
Somebodaw call 311 postw fire bunso on vietena floorwnkd
not much just sitting outside his bathroom door naked eating cheetoes. You?
On the back of that comment, I've formed a theory that as a result of my brainwashing your drunk self actually believes that beards are your calling.
There's 50 people in our house, none of them are wearing shirts. The keg has been relocated twice and our bathroom door is missing again...when will we ever learn?
Let the vodka take you where it will. Like Pocahontas, but wasted
I woke up with a bloody knee, 6 burn marks on my thigh and glitter nails If anyone asks I'm going to say You came into town
Milk that cash cow for all the shots she's worth
There's a guy here who is improvising his own shadow dance on a table against the wall, in case you're wondering how my night is going
If you find my purse on your yacht please call me - girl you slept with after yacht party
She used my 100 Ways To Cope With Stress handout to wipe puke off her face
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