I have a story that starts with Nutella and ends with sex in the laundry building at RIT.
BROstal carolina. Watching a boy drinking rum and coke out of a cup of noodle empty cup.
there was a party in your bed and you weren't invited... change your sheets
but seriously ill do anyone in one of those hats with the earflaps.
I havnt been this mad since the coche de Los murtos incident
rethinking that breast reduction surgery... i'm tired of drunkenly explaining the scars to guys who don't really give a shit
She told me I should be a condom model.
i accidenteley seduced the christian girl's brother so i dont think we can count on free church picnic food again
I was walking around the party holding a dog on my shoulder like it was a parrot
you smell like cheap hookers & chicken nuggets.
To be honest, waking up to 20 naked people in my house was not the weirdest thing to happen to me in the past 24 hours
and then you two started interpretive dancing to Mozart
Wanna bang and Pregame work? I know you're the manager just promise to not fire me
all I remember the next morning was crawling through the doggy door and finding my underwear in my purse
If history is any guide, his morals are no match for my tits
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