I have a story that starts with Nutella and ends with sex in the laundry building at RIT.
Wedsnesdays are always enlightening. Tonights revealation: One should not smoke from something taller than their person.
Despite what happened tonight, Im still expecting Jesus birthday sex
I want nothing more to get stoned and go to your little sisters petting zoo party but I need to have priorities
I woke him up and he was mumbling something about it being moist, or he peed himself but it was okay.
You look me right in the eyes and yelled "By the power of the superglue beer sword, I designate you my driver!" I almost felt honored.
Being thankful with your family is one thing. Being thankful with your friends while getting drunk and smoking bowls while eating leftovers, priceless.
Her stripper name is Geico. I'm not drunk or creative enough to make this up.
I may have played more drinking games with my family this last week than all of freshman year...
Ahh, 151. Think of it this way: it took one shot to get you buzzed, I took eight. I may or may not have broken a tv with my skull that night and met someone's parents naked and hungover the next morning.
You know I ate twenty hot dogs in an hour once.
I am honestly so surprised you are a lesbian.
He wins the giant teddy bear for getting the neuva ring on the dick
we all thought you were asleep. he found you an hour later sitting outside in the snow lighting a bowl, singing the CatDog theme song, and hugging a box a Franzia.
How did the date go? No fake eyeballs this time?
Just wanted to share my unfortunate vagina news in the hopes that it would make your vagina feel better about itself.
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