I have a story that starts with Nutella and ends with sex in the laundry building at RIT.
we were dressed as cave people and he kept telling everybody i was so easy a caveman could do it.
I just got home. Seriously all I remember is taking out my contacts and putting your balls in my mouth.
It only takes once for you to drunkly piss on a chick for her to lose interest in you.
idk whats worse playing power hour to yourself, or the fact that you were having fun while doing it
I've developed breathing exercises to keep myself from puking..
It's like you are the superhero of getting jizzed on
And I just had to awkwardly tell 3 police officers that I was having sex and not in any trouble
The worst decision I made last night was allowing myself to be duct taped to the ceiling
The last thing I remember was you puking all over the inside of my door and him yelling "PUKING RALLY!!!"
My cat clawed my face because i tried to give it a foot massage...never doing shrooms again.
I wish they would just make alcoholic protein shakes already.
I'm pretty sure I made out with a guy in a man thong.
Go forth my friend, but don't do any of that fruitful and multiplying shit.
I just did a walk of shame on my own block. one of the old neighbors saw and greeted me "good morning, girl next door"
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