I have a story that starts with Nutella and ends with sex in the laundry building at RIT.
just masturbated through my pocket at the library. hope you're enjoying your saturday night out.
This is no lauging matter. Huge cock equals great sex. Marriage to huge cock equals great life.
When it gets to the point that I'm more comfortable being naked at his house than my own, it's time to readdress the fuckbuddyship.
Wow thanks 4 throwing jello at me an yelling who invited that guy to all the guys at the bar
Would it be safe to assume you're the one that left my front door wide open and left yourself a trail of jaeger drops to find your way back?
What's the most polite way to say "Congrats on losing weight, but no one is happy your boobs got smaller."
You were on shrooms and "the trees are crazy green!" is all you could manage.
can anyone on this campus do anything sober?
we tried to exchange flip flops in the parking lot and fell over then army crawled home
On the way out the door to work grabbed the wine glass on the floor left for the ghost of Elijah and chugged it. PASSOVER.
So here's a brief summary of my weekend: last night I drank four glasses of Death Punch, grabbed the toaster, said "This is mine", put it in my pants and walked out the front door.
Currently tripping balls and watching Pink Floyd the wall and I'm crying during it. If this isn't a self realization then I don't know what to tell you.
All you have to drink is moonshine and ranch. This is bullshit.
Magyver!
She puked in the bed, peed in the closet, and woke up on a Rubbermaid in the closet under the stair case
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