I have a story that starts with Nutella and ends with sex in the laundry building at RIT.
Apparently I was playing rock paper scissors against myself for 2 hours in the bathroom mirror.
Knitting and drinking wine. Forget my 21st birthday, might as well just skip to my 60th
you two really need to work out your issues. my vagina can't handle another week of your pent up frustrations.
That's the last time you suggest we can get our tab wiped by out-drinking the bartender.
It was my card, so what do you care that you lost?
Is your card paying for my plan b?
if things do not go as planned you should see me walking down I81 blindfolded and pantless
Hungover and I may throw up in my therapist's office. Maybe he is right about my drinking
i feel like i should invite him over so he can cockblock my roommate one last time before he graduates. for old times sake, ya know
At one point, he came in to give her a pep talk, and then after he left, she just kept whispering his name into the toilet between heaves.
Eh maybe I should give her a chance. Let's see where making a porno takes the friendship
After the clumsiest day of my life I think it's safe to say my dream of being a ninja is dead. Memorial service with a glass of wine at 8pm
and i do believe that will be the last time you send me a photograph of our mother in her underwear.
I am the murdurer of this scooby doo episode
What can i say, my face is nice and my body is just unreal. And my beer pouring/stealing is incredible \n
He's petting your head, we need to leave now.
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