I have a story that starts with Nutella and ends with sex in the laundry building at RIT.
I hate it when I can only see straight when I close one eye. I feel like that deserts the purpose of seeing with two eyes
You would get kicked out of the study lounge for being drunk the monday of finals week
I turned down free cocaine. I both respect and regret and that decision.
He gave me a hug and said "He doesn't deserve you, Anna. Your boobs are great, and I'd fuck you anytime. Any. Place." I need a new 'gay' friend.
you're avoiding the subject, i want to know how you ended up at the strip club with the dog, fucker
I did sing regulators with a random black dude at The Rail without looking at the screen, hugged him and walked off stage. I pretty much live up to all expectations.
So like, boobs.
are you really going to start every conversation like that?
I had a flashback of using my sock as a napkin after we got taco bell
Life without a bra equals bliss.
I'm feeding a baby and swiping on tinder...what has my life come to?!?!
All I'm wearing right now is a condom and a sock.
Just one?
Yup. One sock.
So what happened at girls night? My roomate found me passed out locked out on the front steps of the house and it was raining. Yes low moment
I am way to hungover for it to be Thursday.
It was like he was 23 all over again. Madness. I. was. so. scared.
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