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The best pair of Norts is a new pair of Norts.

In the great debate of Vineyard Vines vs Southern Tide, I side with Sourthern Proper. Sorry, I’m not sorry.

Trophies, ladies.

(Source: sexgron-s)

(Reblogged from enjoliras)

Monte is a poor man’s Randy.

My favorite game

Let’s play my favorite Monday morning game: count the bruises.

No matter what happens over the weekend, I always end up a purple and blue mess. Like, seriously, how do I manage this every weekend?

Chapter one.

This post brought to you by mid-week drinking

A Cunt Like Me: The True Tales of a Sorority Brat.


That will be the title of my book.


Dedicated to vodka, red wine and Red Bull.

Woops

Just walked downstairs wearing only black leggings, my bra and pearls to a find my neighbors on the couch. Fab.

In all fairness, I was trying to find my shirt but couldn’t, and it’s their fault for being in my house.

Feeling out of sorts and uninspired, so here, have some Mean Girls.

(Reblogged from roseeverdeen)