I have a story that starts with Nutella and ends with sex in the laundry building at RIT.
having to delete all your hookups stored in your phone as first name followed by frat/bar after they've graduated is such a bittersweet feeling
I can hear my liver begging me not to go out tonight
So many stories. To uyou are sober. I heart you though. Jesus. Dirrty dancing jusyt came oine!!no. Lie.
I don't remember much but I remember it was a unanimous decision that Santa was indeed real and Cait's stripping somehow proved this.
Thanks for talking me down from peeing on his window last night.
I am now curious as to how you would have aimed.
while we were making out your friend starting kissing my toes and all you had to say was "just go with it"
I almost had to get my pinky cut off. Wow I'm so happy. We won beer olympics so i didnt hahaha
I think she faked a seizure to get out of it ...
Passed out on the bench in the men's bathroom. Feel much better now.
So wait. Let me get this straight lol... you... are are considering offering fetish services to "trample and own" someone for $80 in order to pay for someone to come organize ur shit? Pure genius.
Nothing like being buzzed at 10:20am off wine shots in Amish country
you got drunk, told him he looked like shaggy and said 'I wouldn't show you my mystery machine for all the scooby snacks in the world'
I mean metaphorically speaking, maybe we've all fucked on top of a frat house at some point in our lives
I feel like I purchased a one way ticket to hell last night and its non refundable.
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