I have a story that starts with Nutella and ends with sex in the laundry building at RIT.
You need to get here now. A drunk girl just stumbled into our apartment. shes laying on the floor by our door.
Thank God for cruise control and the Starbucks cup I had to puke in.
Ok love is a little strong. But he consented to Nachos, beer and board game date with my cats. Keeper.
Today's lesson: while in the shower, one should choose between either drinking OR shaving. Not both.
Whatever. I'm saving myself for my wedding night or a night with enough patron.
Okay, we really need to start training for the St Pattys parade. 48 hours of green beer won't end well if we don't prep ourselves. 2 week bender starts now
I lost count after the 4th body shot but I think I'm wearing at least 3 different peoples clothes.
She was puking in a plastic bag while cleaning where she puked on the floor. She knows how to multitask.
I will cut you
Oddly enough thats the second time today someones said that to me
Put that in perspective
So Monday we're lesbians.
Deal. This decision is final and any rebates on this will result in losing an eyeball.
That bottle of wine took a part of my soul with it.
He's like all my past boyfriends wrapped up into one fuck up. It's enjoyable to watch.
Also, you should've bet on Team Liver.
We won.
USA USA USA
Apparently it's not a "bonding moment" when you realize you use the same porn site as your boyfriend
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