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The good thing about walking home in a dress on sunday morning is that people mistake my walk of shame as a walk to God.
party was madd awkward.. it was like every person who i sat next to in high school and never said hi to was there
Guess what? I had way too much to drink today. I'm properly wasted. Doing chores and playing video games while drunk. It's the nexus of stupidity and responsibility.
Public safety found my id!
And i can't find my bra so i'm assuming they found my bra with my id which would explain the disapproving tone the lady on the phone had.
One of the cleaning ladies on my floor just screamed from the bathroom
He told me he was a psychology major, and I responded by asking him where he hid his vagina.
So there's 10 guys in this picture..I've made out with 5 of them. does this make me a slut?
eh 50% isn't bad..i'd say 80% is slut material.
i realized our last day of finals is on cinco de mayo....it's god's way of saying drink ridiculous amounts of tequila and wear sombreros
could you please explain to me why my jumper cables are on my bedroom floor?
She liked to slap me in the face while she was on top. All I can say is that big boobs can excuse a lot.
my boobs are worth more now than the blue book value of my car.
As long as I don't spend the half the week passed out/fucked up on Klonopin and no one dies, this will be the best week I've had all semester.
It was drunk tag. I was Alice in wonderland chasing a ballerina who was chasing Lance Armstrong who had needles in his arms.
There was blow residue on my chem book and my TA was like, did u stain your notebook with CaCO3?
Last thing I remember is ranting about hating pants. Woke up this morning pants less. Couldn't find them, decided to leave. Driving without pants is surprisingly liberating.
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