Starting out Saturday at a bottomless brunch with the squad and will parlay that into attending a nearby brewery’s opening day. In essence, I’m certainly not staying sober
Or you could take a long weekend trip away together to Miami. Could have a nice romantic dinner, a long walk on the beach, head to a local dive bar, drink some margaritas, accidentally do cocaine with strangers, accidentally get separated from each other, and end up being found in a city wide police search for you at 4 in the morning. I mean, I’m not speaking from personal experience (read: I am 100% speaking from personal experience), but maybe that could be a date idea for a couple in a rut
I’ve never understood spitting. Like, it’s already in your mouth, how much more difficult is it to just swallow? You’ve already tasted it, commit all the way at this point.
Even if my boyfriend is in the doghouse, I always “you know” him. It’s impossible to “you know” someone and still be mad at them afterward. “You know”-ing each other solves all relationship quarrels.
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I’m all about embracing the sweet relief of death as slowly and as painfully as possible though. Let me live my truth.
Love a good life ruining mess
Tasteful nudes are all I have to give this world. It’s honestly where I thrive.
I am so thankful for me too
I obviously plan to get annihilated on the flight down. I am so #blessed
Live your truth, but in what world is getting fucked up at your hometown bar and throwing back a bottle of wine four nights in a row considered tame?
High school version of IWishIWasSober would be trynna sup these guys all day
Guys should aspire to a Sidney Crosby ass. Sid’s got it going on.
But… but… no Alan Rickman. RIP In Peace.
Cried when I received 3 extra tacos than what I had actually ordered last weekend. But I would have wept sober by that anyway so it doesn’t count.
Poor girl* only had one wish
Starting out Saturday at a bottomless brunch with the squad and will parlay that into attending a nearby brewery’s opening day. In essence, I’m certainly not staying sober
We’ll be in Vegas March 16-19. See you kids there.
Or you could take a long weekend trip away together to Miami. Could have a nice romantic dinner, a long walk on the beach, head to a local dive bar, drink some margaritas, accidentally do cocaine with strangers, accidentally get separated from each other, and end up being found in a city wide police search for you at 4 in the morning. I mean, I’m not speaking from personal experience (read: I am 100% speaking from personal experience), but maybe that could be a date idea for a couple in a rut
I literally had a guy tell me one time that he really liked me but he wanted to pray about it first. Apparently God said no.
I’ve never understood spitting. Like, it’s already in your mouth, how much more difficult is it to just swallow? You’ve already tasted it, commit all the way at this point.
The shot of all the women drunkenly crying on the beach during the group date was just about the funniest moment of the seasn
Even if my boyfriend is in the doghouse, I always “you know” him. It’s impossible to “you know” someone and still be mad at them afterward. “You know”-ing each other solves all relationship quarrels.
It’s something a lot of people mess up so don’t beat yourself up too much.
Have you tried being a. attractive and b. not unattractive?