I just found out the guys at work had a bet as to who could sleep with me before i move away.
Who won?
All of them.
giving a blow job on a jetski isn't as easy as it sounds.
I have a story that starts with Nutella and ends with sex in the laundry building at RIT.
I sharted during my first quiz and I couldn't leave, I went ahead and took the rest of the day off.
Just witnessed a fat girl fall off the treadmill, pop a medicine ball, and drink coke out of a water bottle all in one workout.
I puked for half an hour, but I went and danced afterwards, and that made me feel better.
You are so irish.
I just realized I use Twitter to keep of track of when I get drunk.
he got a charlie horse midthrust which triggered my orgasm we're still sorting this out.
Those foam number one hands, are the BEST socks.
All i remember is Liz dragging me home yelling at me, crying, and barfing
Need you on the dancefloor. Hungry and lonely.
He pointed at me, then leaned in and said "shes the best at blow jobs" then chris fist pumped him and said "dude, I know"
I don't care. She's the only girl to make me feel like my face is melting when she blows me.
I'm a mess. I mean I almost got off but I'm a fucking rubics cube down there so il givenhim the point
So I wore my ankle step-counter exercise thingy while I rode him. Don't fuck him- I only burned .2 pounds.
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