I have a story that starts with Nutella and ends with sex in the laundry building at RIT.
Someone carved 'Hank' in all caps in the snow outside my apartment building so naturally I turned the capital H into a K and added an S to the front.
I think college has really matured you.
we ran out of wine so you tried to make some by throwing grapes and nail polish remover in a blender.
apparently my insurance doesn't cover road head. Bummer.
we had to stop you from eating moldy cake.. twice.
what whaaaat?! I BET YOU WIN IN THE TEETH DEPARTMENT.
Girl, that was the lost night of 2012 for me and I have buried that night deep deep away..
We could have had it all. And by all I mean sex in your Toyota Corolla.
COME HERE WE MELTED A CORONA BOTTLE WITH FIREWORKS
I say that because you at one point were like a mama spider covered with baby spiders only you were a man covered with strippers.
it will be just like last year but no clogged toilets and more costumes.
My loniness meter has reached its peak. I just played shadow puppets using my Big Mac on the wall with my cats
You took nana to a bar?!
she suggested it
Making friends with the guy who had alcohol-infused whipped cream was the best decision I made all night.
A Valium induced mom decided to walk into my bedroom this morning without knocking. Guess what I was doing? FML
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