It made me feel like I need a reality show of my life so I could go back and watch the episodes to figure out how I got from the trunk of the car to my neighbors tree house...
I have a story that starts with Nutella and ends with sex in the laundry building at RIT.
you kept lying down on the floor at the bar just to prove you could get back up
He asked me to touch his mustache. Should I go home with him?
There is so much to learn about oneself from autofill.
He;s fine. He just kept saying "hurricane Gordon is coming to shore" and flexed his muscles a lot.
Um, so I couldn't say it in person, but if you find my underwear in your office. Sorry. I couldn't find them, so yea.
We can't bring brittanys dog so we are getting high and getting in my bathtub I think it's pretty safe
i'm not sure when i reached "slam my own hand in the door" status but my half attached fingernail is not grateful.
nope, if she's going to skank it up with ginge-a-saurus douche she deserves the silent treatment.
He's drinking 50/50 vodka/water out of a camelback. Disaster would be a compliment at this point.
I'm calling it the Friendlationship with Benefits Zone.
I just set a reminder on my phone to get star spangled hammered this weekend.
NEW HOUSE RULE! If you make it in a chicks cleavage it's 3 cups and bra off.
BP at your house from now on.
He sent me a picture of Reese's peanut butter cups next to his dick. Of course I went over.
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