I have a story that starts with Nutella and ends with sex in the laundry building at RIT.
Too much gin, very little bucket
awesome recipe for disaster- bar hopping at the airport
Nope it's a specific set of cards not like a normal ace, queen king thing....kinda like UNO, but instead of yelling UNO you get shitfaced
i like that you affectionately refer to him as "creepy" ever time you talk about him
the last thing i remember was trying to convince him to call over his girlfriend so we could have a threesome
You are the only one who would stop a bum, tell him to open up, then pour straight vodka in his mouth. You made his year.
THIS IS A FLATMATE WARNING! The white powder next to sink is washing powder I spilled and is not meant for human comsumption. I repeat- do not digest, snort or smoke the white powder next to the sink!!!!
I'm gonna send you a dick pic now just so your uncomfortable at work
It's something I can't competently describe without making sex sounds.
Sounds like either a very good Friday night or a very bad Saturday morning.
It feels like I was drinking gasoline last night.
I had the bathroom of girls sing you happy birthday while you puked. I couldn't stop laughing. They were all so supportive
If my plane goes down do me a favor. Break into my house and get the batman costume and swing out of my bedroom.
She bruised my penis again. But, trooper I am we kept on going.
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