I have a story that starts with Nutella and ends with sex in the laundry building at RIT.
I'm not saying we can't have sex tonight, I'm just saying we have to work it around Lost.
it was like brushing your tongue but with a fucking long toothbrush.
for real. he might as well bring dogs if they're lower than a 7.
I want to say that being forced to stare at the 'no.1 boyfriend' collage behind his head ruined the sex but it just didn't.
He still lectured me about forgetting shit. Than he said he's gonna paint me green so I can stand in a corner and be a plant.
juast therw a cheeeeesestirng over the fnce. stuckit to sombodys car winheild... gonna luagh if i find it mlted in the mrning.
if I die on the way please explain to my mother that I do not wear fishnets on a regular basis
Is shaving my mustache contingent on you sleeping over tonight?
I am not even close to finishing violently masturbating over that video.
I said geronimo as I came I'm not sure if he appreciated the doctor who reference or was just confused
Be proud. All I did last night was roll around in my nun costume selling drugs. I love Halloween.
Now I have the walk of shame to give the receptionist the bathroom key back, I've had it for 20 minutes. I should just smile and wink. She knows what went down.
This is very awkward but where is my dildo, Mom
I sure hope so...I wonder if he could tell in that email that I'm really good at blow jobs. Hopefully he heard that tone. Any means necessary.
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