You kept telling that ginger girl, "it's not your fault, it's not your fault, it's not your fault."
just found my diary from when i was 14. i demand a drinking game of this.
after last nights cooking expirments i have lost all faith in the fire alarm battery
What color are my eyes?
Ummmm... 34 C?
I have a feeling she doesn't appreciate me as a person. She only fucks me because I look like Harry Potter.
I should also mention that having been a sheltered child, I am conditioned to have serious kinks and find upper bodies of either sex attractive. And legs.
I think it says something about my life when I start picking up girls while im in rehab. And I don't think it's good.
I deleted his number so I had to go into my old voicemails which are saved through my gmail and search his name... Never underestimate the resourcefulness of a drunk girl on a mission for dick
Well when you get back to your computer, there's a nice explanation of pansexuality on your Skype.
So I'm guessing that puking on a camper is a straight path to instant termination?
This will always be remembered as the Christmas I had 15 Russians sing christmas carols to me at 130am alone in a gas station while I was stoned on pot brownies
you missed 2am bagpipes and my roommate looking hot as fuck in a kilt
I'm more heavily invested in that tequila than you are
I associate the Game of Thrones theme song with his dick now.
He left a fire sauce packet from taco bell that said "promise you'll text me in the morning" on my nightstand.
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