I have a story that starts with Nutella and ends with sex in the laundry building at RIT.
Hemmingway ran to paris to avoid going to the university of illinois and becoming a doctor. It was there he developed a drinking problem. I need a plane ticket.
Ummmm yeah ..,.. All three girlfriends I have right now are chatting with each other at the party...... I'll see you on the other side
I just had sex in a cardigan. Made me feel old. Smarter somehow, but old.
You three are like the Bermuda Triangle for morals.
I'm babysitting my fucking roommate he took out the screen and is trying to throw dishware in our fucking pool after he repelled off our balcony
Shoot me. I need tickles, a drink, sushi and a handy
Order is debatable
The problem with Wednesday evening drinking is that no gets to my level. It's like like a one man party. But it's a goood party.
Setting up an obstacle course with ladders, hurdles, and a spring board to the pool. you down for drunk races through it later?
I am in the bathroom at work, pooing while eating pretzels. Hungover Fridays are in full effect
Got 3360 Shoppers points for buying Plan B. I guess this all worked out for the best.
So about that you can bill me for the chair but it was David's idea to jump from the window sill into the washer with "clothing pillows of cloudiness" to land on to get ahold of him you have to phone his mother
I just talked to her she really hates you like a lot
That was my first party and they were so suprised that this little freshman girl was a FUCKING BEER PONG QUEEN.
Found out that I went to the same elementary school as the guy I'm hooking up with. Kosher or no
um care to explain the stolen chinchila under greg's bed..i'd be fine with it if it wasnt chewing up the stash
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