I have a story that starts with Nutella and ends with sex in the laundry building at RIT.
So for two years my friend Mark has been building a catapult in his basement. Yesterday he realized it's too big to get it out.
You need to give me a reason immediately why he is your friend.
there should be a national holiday dedicated to how high i am
you puked out of a dead sleep and didnt wake up
And for your info. Don't pee outside with glow sticks. People will still see you.
She kept telling me to calm down. I was on the floor with my eyes shut, not moving. In levels of calm I was one step above coma patient
Dude I walked 1.4 miles through the hotel wearing a cowboy hat, pink topped boots, gucci shades, and a scarf and met my parents in the hallway at 7 am how is this not a good start to Vegas?
No you usually just ranted about the voicemail bitch until she cut you off again
tell me you did not just describe yourself as "hot and bothered"
hitting rock bottom is getting taziki in your hair & simply putting it in a bun instead of actually dealing with it, just like your problems
I don't know. I'm drunk and dressed as a pirate but ill do the math tomorrow morning.
There I was, puking into the toilet, and he was rubbing my feet, buck naked. I feel like a drunk Disney princess.
A stripper set a mans ass on fire... the club smelled like burning ass and boxers.
if I was a good friend this would be the time that i would remind you that you have a boyfriend
She's the other freshman on this drunken voyage
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