were with a gay guy with a minnesota accent. think about how funny that sounds.
somehow you got everyone naked by playing strip rock paper scissors.
it's like doing a sit-up... but, you're inside someone
Dude. The girls called me over to see what they had in their dorm. They snuck in a pigeon in a cardboard box. They named it Quincey. They swear they're sober.
It wasn't the stripper that gave you the hickey but I just figured out who did
making an indian outfit so we can be pochohantas and john smith and fuck in the canoe on the night float
I want to let you in on my two latest life goals. Have a photograph of me squirting whipped cream into a midget's mouth, and have sex on a roof.
We found him wrapped up in a giant table umbrella in the bathroom.
my question is who was more confortable? You sleeping on the floor or me tweeting from a bush?
You ninja crawled over five sleeping guys to get in my room at 6 in the morning to wake me up for sex
...and I think that may just be my favorite moment in our fuckbuddyship
You pretended to be Borat in that weird slingshot bathing suit and then proceeded to send another dick pic/nude selfie and said you weren't naked because you were wearing a hat.
I'll meet you in hell with unlimited boxes of wine though
Erin was right. There were bees at the after hours.
wait you like me?? for my personality??
I know I was surprised too
Soooo you're telling me you support us groom's men giving lap dances to willing patrons?
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