Not hooking up w him- he has one of those L.L. Bean book bags w his initials on it
I am totally the chick from Intervention who barfs up wine and then re-eats it.
It's almost summer. We need to start reconnecting with our home drug dealers.
I'm going on a valentine's date with the random guy i hooked up with in the bar bathroom this weekend...i feel like julia roberts
yeah the cable guy is coming and everybody is hiding all the pieces in the house. we are up to thirty two. like a fun game of smokable scavener hunt.
I replaced his Viagra pills with sleeping pills.
I feel like im becoming the girl who only drunk texts him. I would be in the dog house, if situations like this had dog houses.
They've already turned me into the Dean of Students once because they felt 'unsafe' because I came home hammered and asked one of them to make me a grilled cheese sandwich. Like, I just ASKED!
reason #1 why i should never live alone: i haven't put pants on since she left 26 hours ago. and ive made spaghetti 3 times.
You ate my pie without asking. So don't get butt hurt if I send you link to plus size clothing stores.
It's not above me to sleep with him solely for his authentic budweiser shirt
I mean I know I'll get over it by like tonight but ew ew eww. I cannot. Dude I don't even know his name also I threw up on his penis
Btw, apparently no one knows who ordered the pizzas for the after party, no one paid, and the delivery lady made a celeb shot, took a beer, then said she'd be back later to finish up the game...
I'm ne vrr drinkjng againnnnnnnn dforeal.
Well, he pretended he was climbing me like he was a monkey and I was a tree during sex.
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