I have a story that starts with Nutella and ends with sex in the laundry building at RIT.
that sweater is a total boner killer. you might as well be wearing a wedding dress.
Remember when we were mad at her for brining her mom on spring break? She just won the wet t-shirt contest. I think we owe her an apology.
The office pool is up to $500 if you take a shit in Frank's desk drawer. Time to change the unpaid internship into a cash cow.
she trying to cartwheel up the stairs... not going so well
I really hope you are not drunk feeding a raccoon.
I cnant read. Cheetos goen. Help. Grt Cheetos.
Life Lesson #1 of 2013: double-fisting shower beers and shaving my bikini line should be reserved for two different showers.
I guess I look like the kind of girl who would buy edible, weed-infused lube.
It was only funny because some guy across the street was getting his mail and he just stopped and watched me throw up everywhere
Don't do shots out of Tostitos scoops.
I fucked her ex bc she fucked mine but now we're cool and I'm watching her dog this weekend
I wonder whether Megan will forgive me if i have phone sex in her attic
So I came to the conclusion that who ever pour my ever clear out saved my life
Why in the hell is there a guy dressed up as a horse passed out in our kitchen.
happy birthday!
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