I have a story that starts with Nutella and ends with sex in the laundry building at RIT.
Charging the asians next door to us $5 a page to print their final papers because theirs broke. Bars close in 2 hours, lets go
For the record, chili cheese fritos are not a chaser.
Not sure. No solid plans. Just tanning nude.
Apparently you can coat check a keg.
We were licking ciroc off the poker table
I wonder how he feels knowing that he's the one who turned me gay
I found out Naomi Campbell and I have the same birthday and I feel like that explains so much
I'm on the couch watching HGTV googling giant boob Halloween costumes so life is swell
She shoved her hand down my pants and held my cock for thirty minutes in the bar. It was like she was letting all the other females know I was hers.
Remember when we made out in a Chik-Fil-A drive thru?
Please clarify that he is speaking of beer pong and not rough sex
You need to get a passport so we can carry our bad decisions over the border
So I think my neighbor's name is Olli if I'm hearing the girl the girl he's fucking clearly
There's just something classy about smoking a blunt in a prom dress.
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