apparently i found nail polish and started playing a game i made up called "paint a nail, do a shot"
We started snorting MDMA at 3 in the afternoon...it was never going to end well.
all I heard when I woke up this morning was "BONG HITS FOR BREAKFAST" being yelled repeatedly.
A French guy bit my cheek. Is that sexy there? Also had to threaten to stab the bus driver. I'm not sure I like Europe.
You can't be mad because the taco bell people like me and not you. I'm not the one that puked in front of them.
He's just a really nice guy who stuck his tongue in the wrong place.
I was at that stage of drunk where it seemed appropriate to just make out with everyone. As like a greeting.
I hear you
I'm wearing green eyeshadow so even if I end up totally naked I still won't get pinched.
Last thing I remember is ranting about hating pants. Woke up this morning pants less. Couldn't find them, decided to leave. Driving without pants is surprisingly liberating.
In the event that Ian's ex wife asks you, tell her I'm sweet snd innocent. No reason.
If I call him daddy should I get him a father's day card? Serious question
Unless you count my weekly workout where I drink wine, listen to obscure/cheesy records, and pretend I'm a ballerina...no. I don't exercise.
I just lived through a real life episode of jersey shore.
Remember that gum I swallowed 3 days ago? I just threw it up.... whole.
AND ONCE AGAIN THE HENNESSEY MAKES ME A SUPER SAIYAN
Oh for fuck's sake, is that why the couch is in the pool???
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