I have a story that starts with Nutella and ends with sex in the laundry building at RIT.
I can't go out tonight. I feel like I'm starting to party as much as Farrah on Teen Mom.
I mean I had a leg brace. It would have been irresponsible for me to be on top.
then my gynecologist said "its like opening up buried treasure"
And apparently midway I said "hurry up and finish so we can talk about what a bad idea this was"
because drunk making out is frowned upon in museums i think
the boys love us. they call us "the stoner girl suite down the hall". not very inspired, but flattering nonetheless
I dropped my blunt out the window of a moving car by accident, tell me everything will be okay
Sorry I didn't answer your call last night, I was peeing on the driveway.
I choose McDonald's breakfast at 1:28am over sex anytime
My roommate just walked in on him eating me out ..happy finals week right?
After a while I was so wet that I started crying. HE MADE ME SO HORNY I WEPT.
I didn't think you wanted your identity stolen along with your dignity. My mistake.
sarah's view on last night: a threesome to make things less awkward. oh, well done.
he said he only had one rule...that he'd only go down on me 3x a day. so far this is turning into the best relationship ever.
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