The last thing I remeber was convincing you to hide in the fridge, and then taking everything out and you not fitting.
I'll let you put expensive food in me, but really, not much else.
I have a story that starts with Nutella and ends with sex in the laundry building at RIT.
sent the pic of my tit to the wrong bbm chatroom
While drunk it seemed like a good idea to barricade my roommate in his room with everything that we could move in our apartment, waking up to him screaming from it collapsing on top of him was just an added bonus.
What happened at the top of the stairs is never to be spoken of again.
maddie and i have invented a community puke bowl. explanation later
when she said she was from California you started sobbing. You begged her not to melt your popsicle because you paid good money for it and you just wanted to eat it in peace.
Why do you have an empty bottle of port in your bathroom bin?
you know, i'm always afraid you're going to think i only want you for sex because i only text you when i'm horny
speaking of, guess what i'm thinking about
so when he he finally wandered back into the room it was with a pound of cream cheese which he ate in 5 minutes flat and then passed out
I fell asleep in the bathroom during my mothers dinner party with no pants on. Her friend walked In. I was told to not come back.
I think I sold my soul to a dominatrix last night.
I just want to feed you taquitos and play with your boner and live happily ever after
Questions: How did Rachel get home? Why did I find both her ID's in my shoes? And does anyone know if she's alive?
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