You know it's time to leave Spain when you are back and forth between Skype and a Spanish dictionary trying to figure out out to say "I can still smell you on my skin."
i have no concept of time, i feel my nose, and im seeing everything in bitty hexagons.
Fuck. These are the symptoms I had when I was pregnant. This could be bad.
You bit the bartender when he refused to poor rum in your purse and hand you a straw.
Woke up this morning in a randoms bed clutching an airplane ticket. God I hope I'm still in the country
You sternly pointed at him and declared that you would ride his cock until the early dawn.
Then, you ate a turkey sub, went into his room
Abby spilt her vodka all over the train's bathroom floor
WE'RE THE ONES DRESSED UP FOR THE LARGEST DRINKING HOLIDAY IN AMERICA WHO ELSE ON THIS TRAIN IS A SUSPECT FOR THIS SMELL?!
My ideal friend would be my dog as a drug dealer
Also I found and fixed my beer gun.
Omg this is like trying to sleep on a pile of ballsacks.
That moment when a stripper is the one that makes the two of you have to define the status of your relationship...
sorry I blacked out our whole relationship
Do you ever look at someone's Snapchat story and think ‘you told me you would eat my ass’?
I'm seriously considering starting a savings account so I'll have bail money this summer.
There's a difference tho. *I* drink at seven in the morning because I work graveyards. YOU drink at seven in the morning cause you're an alcoholic.
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