I have a story that starts with Nutella and ends with sex in the laundry building at RIT.
my nick name has gotton too long over the years..C.T.P.S.G.F.P.G.......cock tease private school groupie frat party groupie.
Also, at 1:30 I emailed myself saying, "are you there Margaret? It's me, god"
This tent reeks of fear and sangria
Post-shopping-cart-scooter-jousting victory fuck?
I'm going to try to be reasonable tonight and keep my drink count out of double digits
It must have been an amazing night, I have "my pants are responsible people" written on my pants in permanent marker.
Dude she broke four ribs, how does a 110 lb girl break four of my ribs during sex?! It hurts so bad but was so worth it
I used my tears to chase my tequila. You could say I rallied.
You know what's even more awkward then buying plan b from someone who is a member at the gym you work at... When they come in after that day and have that look of recognition
We need to get stoned and watch Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles 2. This has become a priority. Schedule accordingly.
She got tired so now we're making anyone who has a stupid idea go into her bedroom so she can sleepslur "good idea" or "baaaad idea." We're calling her the queen of the misguided.
Saw a girl outside my apartment shotgun a bud light, then a red bull, get in her Tahoe, and drive 4 people away. Gotta love thirsty Thursday.
Sorry I've been a slutty nightmare this week
I know you want to take a pregnancy test, but could you wait until Sunday so it doesn't ruin our weekend
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