singing james blunt while drunk. tell me thats not wonderful
It's weekends like this that make it obvious why we have to pay to come to college.
you made sure to tell everyone that the amount of people you had slept with was actually quite low, especially when the size of your breasts was taken into account
you kept saying "no santa, im not having sex with you. it's not your holiday".
We just made a drinking game out of our chemistry review. This might explain my chemistry grade.
this weekend destroyed me...my brain feels like the curly fry at the bottom of the bag. GAhhh come save me
that's ecstasy for ya. now I'm kinda in the mood for jack in the box.
I have migrated to the couch. Minimal movement is still happening, but I should be mobile enough to go to the liquor store by eight.......so that good.
Haha at least the one I have like that you can't tell we are completely drunk and you're about to kick a glass out of my hand in a fit of joy over pizza.
Just sharpening my eyeliner with a butterfly knife. You know. Typical weekday morning.
I just shit my pants and had a heart attack. Simultaneously. May or may not be related to this game.
I'm drunk in a place called Lick-A-Chick. PS. It's not a lesbian hot spot, they sell chicken.
I said "sucks to suck" to a cop last night. We've been snapchatting.
When I walked out of the bathroom and you were literally dancing, you looked at me and said 'this is how I dance'. And then continued.
I will give him this, every time we go to the club he gets a stripper's actual number.
He flipped a shopping cart in the back room and had to leave to make a jazz playlist. If we aren't in love then i don't know what love is.
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