I have a story that starts with Nutella and ends with sex in the laundry building at RIT.
week 6 of class: i have yet to go to spanish sober. i love being THAT girl.
we can't become the bulimic house in the complex dude. Besides, you need teeth for your career.
The best part is that he made someone stop their workout to take pictures of him, specifically so he could put them on facebook. That is an unparalleled level of douchebaggery.
I feel like wearing underwear would just be poor planning
you force-fed me gummy vitamins while screaming "I JUST WANT YOU TO BE HEALTHY" i have never been so terrified in my life.
She wanted to roleplay. Apparently you be snow and i'll be a plow wasn't an option
He gave me a trycicle he stole from a kid as an "offering" to have sex. I couldnt say no when he went through all that.
my vagina is starting to think like a penis, and I'm not even slightly worried
Hey... Tell me if you remember differently, but nobody truly saw me naked, right?
Life Goals: never under any circumstances, pee in an elevator again. No matter how drunk
Your resume just got faxed, I also modified it a bit and sent it to strip clubs...expect weird phone calls...
i just thought a plastic bag was my cat. i just pet a plastic bag. that high.
It might look like I curled my hair last night but it's just the jiz.
I jumped the fence at the bar last night. My dress got stuck and I ended up flashing the entire patio for a good 30 seconds.
At the 10 second mark everyone started to whistle and cheer. Free drinks all night
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