I have a story that starts with Nutella and ends with sex in the laundry building at RIT.
Apparently "he pulled out..mostly" is not a valid reason for thinking there's no way i can be pregnant to the nurses at the student health center.
He only had napkins in the bathroom... no toilet paper. If I fuck him, am I settling?
It got messy; I did a shot of seamonkeys.
He sent me a picture of his dick earlier so now we can all laugh at him tomorrow
While running home from the bar in high heels I multi- tasked and sexted with Brent. Jesus.
we somehow managed to fit a llama, a stripper pole and a hayride all into the same day.
What if everything solid was made of oreos and everything liquid was wine
I just got chills
His 12 year old sister has bigger boobs than me and now that's all I can think about when we have sex
If so I'm coming over there. There's no way I'm having "hello, how are you" conversations with my neighbors on acid
It's going to turn into you and me throwing down in a devastating lip-synch battle while everyone else stands around awkwardly.
Dude... the time we have in life to be young and trivial is so incredibly short. I think we should drink tonight.
i just wanna know who wrote "dibbz" on my ass?
I googled my name and pictures of you drinking showed up. Way to steal my thunder....
He saw my Halloween/ Costume closet and assumed I’m into cosplay. I’m going with it. What’s sexier, a cop or a nurse?
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