I'm jealous of your bromance
i felt like cinderella. except at midnight i turned back into a whore.
Prereq for being on nyc prep: money, bitchy, and a lazy eye... if only you were rich
so was this before or after i puked down the ice luge?
you kept say ridiculous things then repeating them in perfect classical latin. You are onee intelligent drunk
All we did was argue about ponys and drug dealers
And I was somehow convinced to wash the glassware at the bar topless.
I hid a girl's boot last night so I could ransom it back this morning via the "blowjobs for boots" program.
Even though we had just had to physically take her off of someones lawn she was peeing on when they came outside, she still insisted on walking unassisted the rest of the way home. It was dignity meets shit show.
This is my first time seeing you since your lesbian experience. SO EXCITED!
Who the fuck did i sell my right shoe to last night i need to get that back im not walking with one shoe on
You looked up at me and said "I'm getting a mattress made out of this SHIT. Goodbye certa hellllllllo concrete!" then you started counting sheep
Blow job season was short but glorious.
I though he and I knew each other well enough that we could go to my hotel room to do a bunch of cocaine together without their being any homoerotic implications, but NOOOOOOOOO!
You were pretty conviced that my dog was a spanish child and kept trying to read him the news from your iphone app
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