I have a story that starts with Nutella and ends with sex in the laundry building at RIT.
Apparently I called 911 everytime Sean Kingston told me to
looks like were buying each other an abortion for our one year present...
ah, there's nothing like waking up to picture messages of a strange man's cock. life is good.
haha, that's fucked up. flacid cock pictures are the mental breakfast of champions.
my mind is a poorly written porno when i'm drunk.
just heard this guy tell a story about how he got boat head. i want his life
That's saying a lot from the girl who takes her liquor with her to the library
i mean, some people chug beer and some people chug hard liquor. some people have good ideas and some people have bad ideas. it's all about perspective.
She ended up puking in the bathroom. But she's a good drunk... i told her to stay in there so i could dance til the club closed. She was still in the stall an hour later.
I believe you called it tequila and nipples. The proceeded to strike a pose.
Can I send you a picture of my penis? I feel like it looks really good right now and I need someone to share it with
We should probably feel disgusted that we took turns eating and drunkenly passing around a burrito the size of a small dog but i’m ok with it.
we are eating waffles in the pillow fort. Still think you're too straight for a threesome?
I'll be right over.
I love FaceTime, every time you ring me the morning after its like I went home with your one night stand too.
He literally ejaculated and I hit Uber
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