I have a story that starts with Nutella and ends with sex in the laundry building at RIT.
I think I have swimmer's ear. From his tongue.
i just saw an ambulance and a fire truck pull away from the dorms. it appears somebody actually IS feeling shittier than me today.
you kept naming everything at the party...like "boy i'm going to make out with" and "table i'm going to dance on later"
I have 11 glasses of water and one beer on the table infront of me. Have to keep going to different bartends to get more. There are only two though and I think they've caught on
in my defense i said 'lock up your wives' before going out.
You should make cookies and when I get home we can have a slow motion hug and eat them
I had a great time except for the part where you called another guy, told him you were in a cab - not on a date - and that you'd meet him at a bar in 15 minutes. but besides that it was awesome. Next time capping you at two glasses of wine
Just streaked campus for a bottle of patron...maybe you're right...I might have a drinking problem...
Getting dressed and listening to the song Buffalo Bill danced to in Silence of the Lambs. I'm a perfect psych major.
Banged my ex-wife last night...so I belong to that club now.
I gave a very stressed out cashier a mini bottle from my purse the day after Christmas. It's what Jesus would have done.
You're a good person. Sharing is caring.
My next goal in this relationship is to teach my boyfriend that there are valid reasons to be fear of dolphins completely.
Quick question—how good are you at digging holes? I mean, besides the one you've dug for yourself. asking for a friend
Nothing ruins your day more than waking up to you dogs crotch in your face
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