I have a story that starts with Nutella and ends with sex in the laundry building at RIT.
Ya know, in a round about way coinstar is just a glorified vending machine for all my bad choices.
We have literally factored in $2200 for bail money in the budget. This vegas trip will be out of hand. We are signing confidentiality contracts.
You know, I never expected to find myself with a roommate who I'd have to ask not to have sex while I'm in the room. And yet, here we are.
I bruised my spine.. Jungle gyms were clearly not meant for sex.
My neighbor just watched me eat a granola bar without pants, this is a whole new level of unemployed
Get to the bar. Power hour leading up to the rapture.
How the hell did he get a boner in that type of situation?
Can one of you do me a favor? Light a match and throw it into my room. Bc I'm certain I would rather be burned to death than live in this hell I call my life
The last thing I remember was riding in a grocery cart with two strangers while a cop pushed us
Just bought weed from the ice cream man. The kid in front of me got a tootie fruitie.
I just want to sit my fat ass down at McDonald's and never leave
I can't believe i lost my ID... bringing my birth certificate to the club was a weird experience
The zoom feature on snap chat videos is the worst thing to ever happen to sexting
Was make out with a 38 year old lesbian on our bucket list? if it was you can go ahead and cross that one off.
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