You really coming over, don't trick.
I have a story that starts with Nutella and ends with sex in the laundry building at RIT.
i'm smoking hookah in a kayak. how did this happen.
That glade motion activator thing keeps going off every time we pass the bong. I don't know what I'm getting high off right now.
He thought the strainer was a giant bowl to puke in.
Blacked in riding a tandem bicycle with a stranger. We stopped for hot dogs.
Chris threw beer can at guy. Guy ended up being a fighter. Chris got his eye socket broke. Fighter got hand re-broke. Chris is passed out. Fighter is in kellys bed. everybody won last night. I think.
There is naked swordfighting and something green and alcoholic going on in the basement. COME. OVER. NOW.
And he listens to me when I talk to him like the hulk.
Yes I peed all over myself and lost both my credit cards, who wants to know?
Dude, who WASN'T thinking of motorboating her?
Parade of Dicks...that's what I'm calling 2017
Well, he pretended he was climbing me like he was a monkey and I was a tree during sex.
Chaz got drunk and passed out so we superglued a kazoo to his mouth. Listening to him Panic when he woke up was fucking hilarious.
I literally blew him under my face mask. Not because I thought it'd protect me from COVID, but because I wanted to prove to myself that I could.
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