I have a story that starts with Nutella and ends with sex in the laundry building at RIT.
Drunk man just did a hand stand, fell over, knocked over a whole table of desserts, and didnt lose his cowboy hat. winner.
You insisted I take photos of you vomiting off the top of the tree.
Don't blame me for eating all the ham.. I gave it out to people, so at most I'm guilty of ham distribution
honestly, i'm just crying in the kitchen naked and eating salsa
Take off that red sweater and wear my vagina as a facemask.
At the same time that I bought plan b I got some Girl Scout cookies too. It's not a total loss for you.
We're following a guy carrying a door for beer pong at his place..join us when you are deemed sober enough to leave the hospital.
Well. Now I feel like I put pants on for nothing.
well apparently i sat in the bathroom staring in the toliet at my vomit. it was blue. how was your night?
Why do my weekends always degenerate into using my little brothers childrens board games for drinking games?
Just woke up with only a scarf and my uggs on. i hate partying naked in winter.
i think ive been high everyday since ive met you
i have a serious question for you... Why I am i not wearing any pants?
Is it still sex if there's no nudity, no orgasms, but the neighbors bang on the wall and ask you to stop? I've honestly forgotten.
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