I have a story that starts with Nutella and ends with sex in the laundry building at RIT.
In hindsight, trust falling your grandma was a bad idea. Sorry about that.
So the answer to your question is yes, I was masturbating on the roof of my building.
Nope we're in the ER. He lit himself on fire trying to impress another girl with magic tricks.
She. Own s my pussycat. Roxk it like. The sun hitting the horizon
We talked him into tasing himself.
I NEED ANOTHER LEVEL OF CAPS TO EXPRESS TO YOU THE MAGNITUDE OF MY FADDEDNESS
Sunrise bitch. You owe me waffles
These girls just walked into this party as reverse cowgirls... Wearing cowboy clothes all backwards
I just hit your bf in the face with a mustard bottle and the guy at the table next to us bowed down to me.
I thanked him for the booty call offer but told him I'd rather just do it myself
I maxed out my credit card last night on powdered donuts and beef jerky
Also, full disclose I puked in a fruit barrel box
We were gonna go out drinking tonight but she found out she's pregnant so are you free
Soo are you just gonna poop in my bathtub and not talk to me anymore...?
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