I have a story that starts with Nutella and ends with sex in the laundry building at RIT.
Drinking wine. Reading twilight. On a Friday night. Biggest loser contest. First Place.
You can't keep basing your relationship off of the fact that you both love ramen noodles
after last night my drinking related hospital bracelet collection is up to 13
my greatest accomplishment from the city of diplomacy is that i puked at a table of 5 diplomats and my professor and NONE OF THEM NOTICED
i think they forgot i was still in the room... she grabbed his balls and said "i feel a fire coming on".
My goal is to go an entire semester without cocaine. That's an adult goal right?
TIL a potato cannon can be loaded with dildos as ammunition. Boy, do our neighbours love us!
Balls deep in an Orange is the New Black marathon. Bring food and drugs.
seriously, who doesn't want to get shitfaced and have sex to the backstreet boys?
A gay dude just spanked me with a nicholas sparks novel and called me foxy. I'm putting this on my resume.
He sent me a selfie with his cat. He has found a way to my heart. And pants.
Look, road flare archery was agreed on. We both accepted it was a shit idea sober, but did it drunk anyway.
Then you guys just all showered together...?
Last night was a bad idea. I'm hungover and the contents of my purse smell like Korean BBQ.
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