I feel like our house is getting pulled over.
I love the progression of these pictures. I go from cute to Courtney Love
By the grace of god and the ingenuity of Alexander Graham Bell, this text message is made possibe: YOU ARE A WHORE
True life I used my fake as a photo id for my final. My professor told me good luck and laughed. Hope the bouncers are in the St. Patrick's day spirit.
There's limited edition cherry vanilla nyquil. It's like they know how much I hate myself and they're giving me a consolation prize.
The police scanner is talking about you again....
That's like rubbing a penis in my face and not giving it to me.
And PS thanks for calling it my "sexual liberation" and not "slut fest 2010: part deux!"
I'm glad they extended train service last night. People crying, screaming, throwing up, fighting and peeing themselves on a train made me feel like I've got my shit together.
Chris threw beer can at guy. Guy ended up being a fighter. Chris got his eye socket broke. Fighter got hand re-broke. Chris is passed out. Fighter is in kellys bed. everybody won last night. I think.
You grinded and hooked up with a middle aged tiger woods look-a-like with manboobs. Tequila isn't for you.
Soggy bong water carpet is the worst kind of carpet.
I feel awful. The bartender added me on Facebook and there's chips all over the bathroom floor
I did not pay that kind of money so that It could be hidden. that bra needs to shine in glory so that it can be seen by the world.
Do you ever just admire your boobs?
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