I have a story that starts with Nutella and ends with sex in the laundry building at RIT.
i can totally see doctors naming an STD after you
i just realized i have an entire drawer dedicated to the clothes of guys ive shacked with...
I faked it too. I just spit on your bed.
i also performed surgery on a chicken burrito from what i can tell from my scissors
incase your class ends early, there are three naked guys in our room. but don't get too excited, they're all gay.
I'm treating myself to a " uve slept with yet another mr. Wrong" breakfast
The cabbie told us to at least pretend we weren't doing coke while he was driving
i was really hopeful that i could make it to the end of the semester without doing something stupid enough to destroy our relationship but i guess i was wrong..........thanks vodka
As Scar once said. Be prepared! For the shit show of what's coming tonight
Definitely! I will do that this week. Right now, watching drag queens play with my dad's beard.
I'm filtering his penis picture so I can see it better
I feel like I should remember what we did after leaving the party because apparently a llama was involved, but all I can manage is the part where I asked you to cuff my ankle to the bed so I wouldn't backflip away.
Stupid adulating
Yeah it sucks, but at least I can buy wine so it all comes out in the wash
I woke up with sticky red stuff all over my sheets, face, and chest. Apparently after I blacked out I thought eating ribs in bed was a good idea
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