I have a story that starts with Nutella and ends with sex in the laundry building at RIT.
Why are all the lights on in my house? Every single one. Someone should turn them off but I'm the only one here and I'm sure as hell not doin it.
Reason #437 to hate Louisiana: Just went to the public bathroom at work. It was so humid the toilet seat was damp and sticky. Either it's the humidity or I sat in somebody's yesterday piss. I choose to believe the humidity.
he kept asking me "do you love it? tell me you love it" as I was riding him.
and...?
I told him it was alright.
I don't think requesting him as a BBM contact is proper protocol following vomming in his bed.
Why do I feel like that's not the first time you've drank champagne with someone dressed as a unicorn?
watching "look who's talking now." getting choked up at the end when they find each other at the cabin
doesn't that movie star kirstie alley and have talking dogs in it? new low...even for you
there are too many children here to make this hangover-friendly
started to yawn and threw up hamburger helper instead. awesome night.
There is nothing like getting stoned and spying on people with binoculars
You tried to luge a beer down a flip flop.
people in the room actually applauded when we discovered you had the ability to somehow throw up on your own back
How do you tell someone who's buying a pregnancy test to have a nice day .... Like how
But I REALLY want to hide my crazy for as long as possible with him so he'll date me.
I just gate-crahed a party and met a state senator, so I had an interesting afternoon jog.
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