I have a story that starts with Nutella and ends with sex in the laundry building at RIT.
do you think the kids from 7th heaven are mad that dennis and sweet dee are their half-brother and sister?
The bender is in full force. After 2 bloody mary's at breakfast we are now drinking vodka redbull "as a precaution" so we will stay awake for the club tonight.
I just want you to know that were having pizza delivered to the emergency room
I just delivered a ham and cheese to a strip club. you were right this job is not that bad
Something about getting head on stairs. I don't know.
Yes. Yes. Double yes. I'll bring the tits. You bring the frosting.
she's traveling up the coast with her camera and a stash of pot cookies eating food from different campuses. said she slept in a closet 2 states away last nite... of course I'm interested
I hope you realize that its not me making that decision, but rather the combination of my genitals and sexual orientation
It's almost like a boob-text, but it's not. Because it was live. And you were showing a bunch of people.
I'm going as either a recovering alcoholic, or as a guy who came to the party straight from work. Too literal?
Pretty sure my idea of standards went out the window when I hooked up with a guy who had a rooster tattoo with an arrow pointing down to his no no bits. Think about it.
Him showing up yesterday was like a giant ego stroke for my vagina.
home. only unpacked the necessities...contact case and beer.
I'm cuddly bitch. Deal with it.
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