I have a story that starts with Nutella and ends with sex in the laundry building at RIT.
elementary school lunch room party. everyone brings their own lunch and can trade stuff. all juice is booze.
his mom gave me my lost underwear folded up along with the rest of my christmas present. tell me this cannot be happening.
I had no where to run... The dumpster sounded like a good idea at the time
i sat alone in my bed and ate pizza and garlic fingers. The icing on the cake was hearing your moans from down the hall.
He thought I was flirting with him but really I just needed someone to hold me up.
Nobody has ever asked me for my honest opinion on whether they needed anal bleaching before
Ladies, we have an appointment at David's Bridal aurora this coming Sunday at 3pm. And an appointment at where ever tequila is served at noon.
I went out as a member of the house of Gryfindor and came home as Snooki
I feel like all of the victims from Seven. Best birthday weekend ever.
There has to be a way to make college graduation in Las Vegas different than any other Tuesday in Las Vegas. Strippers? Been there. Getting arrested for public indecency on the strip? Done that.
Your choices in alcohol this weekend are thoroughly disappointing
I haven't had an orgasm since 2014. So you cam see why I'm having a bad year.
Mike's my new hero. There's a flagpole of hook-up's bras on his porch and a week's supply of beer in his fridge but he still has a great job.
sex on a bike is impossible
challenge accepted
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