He seemed more like the type to get donkey punched by a she-male hooker to me
I have a story that starts with Nutella and ends with sex in the laundry building at RIT.
i wonder if detective benson from law and order takes those handcuffs home. i bet she does.
It was the gentlest way I could hit on a girl who just got hit by a car
I don't talk to her anymore. I lit her birthday presents on fire. Who the fuck puts candles that close to tissue paper?
either i blacked out mid-sex but remember the beginning and end, or he really only lasted a couple of minutes
he prob just wants to be friends and here i am photoshopping our kids
ok... i just had to be reminded that people in animal costumes were feeding me shots at the bar.
I slept with him because his girlfriend should know better than to be with him given is reputation. It was like sex and a lesson all in one.
He was president of his frat and had a clap on disco ball in his room... or course I slept with him
There is always the bar, but 2 30 on a Tuesday just screams alcoholism
I want to get "Patrick Kane" wasted tonight
I am one hundred percent down for that
Everyone says I win the strip club
Doing the walk of shame from the back of a Jeep to the porta potty it's parked next to while your dad watches is not what you want.
I have all the porn. Be there soon
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