Richard, I just read on your Twitter account that you have enjoyed a, "Much needed post birthday smoothie..."...A bit revealing, no?
I have a story that starts with Nutella and ends with sex in the laundry building at RIT.
I wish everyone walked around campus with a video of what they did this weekend above their heads.
you were chalanging people to drink the "worlds biggest jager bomb" - a VASE of Redbull and a PINT of Jager... is it no wonder you dont remember anything?
i don't remember it, but i know we had sex because my stuffed animals were facing the wall
The party theme was heirs and heiress's. Most guys came in polo shirts but he came as the "arch duke of vagina".
Missing a small section of hand. Hope your night is going better
he broke into my appartment and left me a waffle maker...
I gave an inspirational speech to a bum and called a bride ugly at her wedding reception.
I'm drunk and you're awesome. let's stay this way forever.
We were running down las vegas boulevard at 8:30 am with our beers cause we were late for our flight
I think they were making kool-aid in my bed. There is lots of sugar and my hands and face are stained blue.
His dick looks just like him, taller than average, thick, and somehow always angry.
I just watched two grown men tickle-fight. Just glorious. No words.
We popped the air mattress last night via sex and we just kept going but it feels like I have a bruise on every vertebrae
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