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He yelled GOOOOAAAALLL when he came.
Nothing ended up happening last night because he couldn't get my overalls or fanny pack off. I woke up this morning with one strap over my overall shorts on, my fanny pack wrapped around my chest, and the baby doll still tied to my hand. Ugh white trash parties!
Todays lesson: Chew your food better when your drunk. I almost choked throwing up this morning.
Tried to buy Xanax from my boss last night. Wrong Mike.
you were stumbling around in your attic looking for all your swim team medals because you wanted to "feel like a champion."
The doctor said 'youre the 2nd youngest person that ive seen with this condition. Thats probably not the silver medal you were looking for today.'
I've taken to hiding pictures of us around his room so that he'll forever feel guilty for dumping me on Valentine's Day... And to potentially cock block any hook ups.
I wish I could walk around this campus with a big stamp that says "Approved" and just stamp girls asses as they pass.
While we were making out, he kept yelling at me for not coming to his wedding last month.
Ok so in the last 18 months I have now driven four different dudes into counseling. I'm like heroin with a vagina.
Im going to hell in a hand basket. With a ribbon tied to my head. I'll be like a puppy for the devil.
We got security called on us. Apparently the wedding down the street didn't appreciate the trespassing or our loud as fuck rendition of We Are Young.
You got the whole drunk bus to sing, "In The Jungle" while conducting with your glowsticks.
Remember when we partied so hard that dude died and it cockblocked you hooking up with my sister?
I forgot that happened. That's the second dude that died on a vacation I've been on
I would really just like to get laid somewhere that's not on a bathroom floor at this point in my life
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