I have a story that starts with Nutella and ends with sex in the laundry building at RIT.
dude they were twins that means they were both only 17
You can't just say things like "great depression theme party" and then not respond.
will you please explain to me as to why or how i have a dirtbike tread looking bruise on my back?
Oh damn. God have mercy on everything w a dick in a ten mile radius.
and then i signed some dudes back with a turkey hand print in honor of thanksgiving
So nowhere in the dress code does it forbid me from showing up to City Hall in a gorilla suit to meet the mayor.
I'm just gonna yell "SURPRISE ME" and see what happens. No way this could go wrong
If you don't wanna wax my ass just say so.
We are such grown women, dealing with life's problems one shower beer and reckless makeout session at a time.
i just realized I haven't been laid all summer. So sad. What a waste of a perfectly good vagina.
Maybe I'm not hungover. Maybe I'm actually dying.
Talked to the dude for a hour . I now know where he lives, his occupation, his goals, his dreams and what his dick looks like.
I cant miss out on a half day of work without a booty call
sorry bout the carpet, but you DID call it "blackout punch" not "don't vom on my floor punch"
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