Conclusion from last night: Sometimes being classy isn't as fun as making out with a guy on a pooltable in a bar. Happy birthday, Canada.
so... my grandma just told me i should be a stripper
well at least shes not calling you fat anymore
I wish i could sleep and get drunk at the same time...those are my 2 biggest needs right now
I have an odd instinct I wont find my underwear tonight
Also, upon examining the photos, I have concluded that you were the sloppiest drunk girl of the night. And that's saying something considering Hurricane Jessica was in town.
Got into Princeton. So excited about the mommy-issue-over-achieving-cock I get to ride the next 4 years!!!
I have a hunch Mama J got around.
Am I allowed to say that about my own mom?
Drunk logic "let's go outside in front of the bar to get sick"
I dressed up as a "typical white girl" which meant I wore my yoga pants and uggs all night. BEST. IDEA. EVER. Most comfy halloween everrrr.
I am truly sorry that you have to put your dog down. He was a great dog, and a great friend. I am still not showing you my tits.
He's like a computer from 2001 in a 2014 world. It just doesn't work. Lots of glitches.
I think he knows I took a picture of him. Why I don't get punched in the face more often is anyone's guess.
How drunk are you?
Completed.
You are not allowed to sing ever again, my ears are still ringing.
gave out my moms phone number instead of mine last night... thattttttttttttttt dunk.
Randomize
