I have a story that starts with Nutella and ends with sex in the laundry building at RIT.
you were stealing lawn gnomes and punching cars. I'm not surprised you got arrested.
Don't take this the wrong way but I just mistook a trash can for you
I was sleeping on the bathroom floor and thought a wet towel might keep me warm.
By the way, thank you for feeding me fries when I was sitting on the floor.
I like to think of it as a lesbian feast.
She has either a C-Section scar or a bullet wound, I can't quite tell
I wish him all the best and hope one day he can afford the surgery to remove his head from his ass
I need to stop getting picked up at 3 am by my friends parents. This is the second time this week. I'm a grown man.
In all fairness that 65 year old man looked 23 in club lighting so you can fuck right off
It was the cape. I can't control myself when I wear a cape.
We need to step in, this can't continue. The guy she went home with last night looked exactly like Count Olaf, right down to the unibrow.
Which version tho, Jim Carrey or Neil Patrick Harris?
THAT DOESN'T FUCKING MATTER, YOU DON'T FUCK COUNT OLAF!!!
Just saw the pics from the bachelor party. When the hell did we go to southie. And why was there a chicken in the limo..? You guys really are my best friends.
Quit giving me a hard time, whens the last time you got head every night? Cougars are where its at they dont play games
when some dude came up to you and said he didn't like your shirt you just looked at him and firmly asked if he really thought that you gave a fuck.
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