hey, we don't wanna leave the house because we're watching fireworks on tv. this is america.
well i did feel guilty about it. until i saw how hot the guy was the next day. now, nothing but pride.
How was the bike ride?
Nope. High in the basement. Fruit cups.
I'm seriously gonna die surrounded by a million cats and an unbroken hymen
This is one of those times where I really wish my vagina could tell me what happened last night.
That's two mile stones in one shot. A ginger and that's my third ashley.
oh my god. the driver of our party bus just said "no drugs unless you're sharin," my confidence in him is not high at the moment
Fuck your 100 proof Hot Damn. Do you know what 100 proof vomit tastes like? Anger.
Indoor beer darts at Rafs just turned into a trust exercise of putting your hand on the wall and closing your eyes while the other throws.. Almost gave Cale a Tracheotomy
Saturday evening, however, will be my vodka and bubble wrap extravaganza.
Nothing says happy gameday like waking up in only an ACC Championship shirt in the qb's bed with a different football player
I was going to try being motivated today. But then I took a hit while still in bed.
I don't know what you're doing this morning, but obtaining Plan B is my number-one priority.
I seriously thought Satan had his hand up my asshole and was pulling out my soul. Never. Again.
Dude I'm drinking alone and watching cartoons. How is it that someone as hot as me is doing this.
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