I have a story that starts with Nutella and ends with sex in the laundry building at RIT.
She was Ugg boots AND a Bumpit. Of course I didn't sleep with her.
I say that when we get our grades back we're making a drinking game out of it.
hell no. last time, i couldn't pee straight for a week.
The dog threw up again, this time IN the toilet. I've taught him well.
Tonight just feels like one of those I'm going to lose a shoe nights.
Tell him I'm the girl who was excited he spoke English. Then ask him where he picked me up from.
I think her version of saying goodnight was being flung over a guys shoulder as he said, "Bitch. You don't need no shoes."
Had sex with him again...yikes. and the whole time he kept saying "i wish we could do this forever." Forever lasted about 45 seconds
You're a five foot adderall and caffeine fueled ball of sexual frustration and suppressed rage. It's only a matter of time before you snap. We're taking bets on when.
I should become her mentor. Get her life back together for her
You mean sponsor?
You've lost booty call privileges between the hours of 10pm and 8am.
Fucked him in a graveyard. Need plan b.
Pride log, day two. Noticing more bruises and scrapes. Liver functions probably very lowered.
so let me get this straight you just stared at his boner all night?
Randomize
